CARTER was working a shift at the grill, drying the glasses that the dishwashers gave her from the back as Alaric and Dr. Meredith Fell were talking and drinking a few feet
away from her.
"Do you want anything else? A beer?" Ric asked his lady doctor friend kindly
Meredith smiled slightly at him. "I'd love one but I've got rounds in fifteen minutes, and a drunk doctor is a bad doctor." She said with a laugh.
He smiled at her, amused. "Well, depends on what kind of drunk you are."
Meredith made a face before answering. "Angry." They both laughed again, "Thanks
for lunch." She said as she stood up from her barstool.
"Yeah, sure." He nodded quickly then smiled sheepishly. "50... next time dinner?"
The doctor smiled warmly at him, "Yeah, that would be great."
"Cool." He said awkwardly
