👌 - would she actually say that? No. But he's got a dorky sort of charm , ok.
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It wasn't often that the doctors and EMTs mingled together after hours. Of course, this was more from the doctors having stricter schedules, rather than any true animosity, so when Carter stumbled in through the designated bar everyone had agreed upon, he couldn't say he was overly surprised to find he was one of the few physicians onsite.
No matter... It wasn't as if anyone here hated him (to his knowledge).
After ordering a drink from the barkeep, Carter glanced to his right and noted Rowen a few people down. They locked eyes, and something in her gaze made him flush and burn hot beneath the collar.
Clumsily, he fumbled with the bottle when it was passed his way -- apparently, he needed both eyes on his tasks at all times -- and after paying for the beer, he awkwardly threaded his way through the crowd before sliding into place alongside her.
"Hey," he greeted, flashing what he hoped to be a disarming grin. "Sooo, this might come as a surprise to you, but I'm testing a theory that not all doctors are assholes. Care to help prove me right by having a drink with me?"
Was that a line? Oh, God, would she think it was a line?
Flushing deeper still, he amended, "Would it help if I said I was running on fumes? I haven't been to bed in maybe eighteen hours, so that wasn't my best... A-and-"
He was cut short when someone grabbed his shoulders from behind, giving him a playful jostle. "Go away, Carter," one of the EMTs said in a teasing, singsong voice. "Your painful display here is blocking the game."
Hunching his shoulders, Carter sank down so that his elbows were leaning against the bar top. Sparing Rowen a sheepish smile, he added, "I'm apparently blocking the game. Score one for 'doctors are assholes,' I guess."