Robby sees the woman’s smile twist slightly to one side as he turns down her drink -nothing personal, really, he’s just not in the mood to sleep with a stranger right now- and walks away, swaying her hips exaggeratedly without saying a word.
Robby turns back to Jack, who, on the other hand, seems very interested in the figure walking away.
Robby just wants a quiet evening tonight. It’s been ages since he and Jack have had a free evening together, and he’s perfectly happy to sit at the bar drinking scotch until he has to call a cab to stagger home.
Jack is looking at him as if Robby had grown a second head, and Robby doesn’t understand why.
“As okay as someone in charge of an ER who hasn’t taken a vacation in 20 years can be, why do you ask?”
Jack doesn’t take his eyes off him as he downs the scotch in one gulp.
“Because you just turned down the very embodiment of your ideal woman without batting an eye. And you turned down the one before that, and the one before that” and Jack looks at him as if Robby should immediately understand the problem, but honestly, he doesn’t see one. Can’t he just enjoy a night out with his best friend?
Robby shrugs and takes a sip of scotch.
“I’m tired, and it’s been forever since we’ve spent time together.”
Jack stares at him in disbelief.
“For fuck’s sake,” Robby feels a headache coming on and doesn’t know if it’s from the fourth scotch or this absurd conversation about his sex life. Or the lack of it. “Can’t a guy just go out for a drink and that’s it?”
“Sure. Once in a while. But it’s been months since I’ve seen a woman hanging around you or seen you go out with someone from the upper floors that you can dump after a few weeks.”
Apparently, you can’t even go out for a drink in peace.
“I don’t know what you want to hear, brother. I’m not interested, I don’t feel like it, I’m not in the mood. I can’t give you any other reason than that. Can we move on now?”
But apparently Jack isn’t going to let it go, and Robby realizes he’s got the completely wrong idea when he sees Jack smiling slyly, as if he’s figured it all out when there’s really nothing to figure out.
“Do you maybe have a crush on someone, Robby?”
Robby sighs, rolls his eyes, and opens his mouth to say no -because there’s no one new in his life, and Jack knows that well, so how could he possibly have a crush on anyone?
But then an image of dark-blond hair pops into his mind. So curly that Robby would love to run his fingers through it. Blue eyes smiling at him, with the dark circles under them that never go away. A goofy smile that pops up every time Robby speaks to him, and they exchange a few jokes even when the ER is packed and the situation is dire. He sees broad shoulders that he rests a hand on whenever he gets the chance, and their hands rising into fists and clasping together every time they resolve a situation together.
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