#pittbled

[storybookodysseyhasmoved]

her theory is correct. walking into the bar, it's been a long time since she's stepped inside. it's been a longer time since anyone has asked her out for drinks in a place like this after work. it's late in the afternoon. she's been to lunch with monty's family as she's done every year on the anniversary of his passing. and every year, she's mentioned it to robby in passing, inviting him along. and every year he hasn't come.

sidling across the bar, gloria's not waiting for an invitation to sit beside the senior attending. in fact, she's not even looking his way as she orders two drinks. when they arrive, she's nudging one towards him.

@pittbled sent stop looking at me like that. ( gloria <3 )

when he speaks, it draws a singular laugh to her lips. "and just how was i looking at you, michael?" her voice is dry, but softer than usual. it's been a long time since she's used his first name. it's been a long time since they've truly seen eye to eye. "the family send on their regards. they hope you're doing well..." her voice fades at the end of her sentence. "i hope i wasn't lying to them when i said you were."

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@pittbled continued from this

she needs to find something to throw at him. long gone are the days of an arsenal of rubber bands and paperclips that are perfect for flicking at doctors who pester her too much. damn electronic charting. it's taken away all the fun of flicking a rubber band at the back of someone's head when they're not watching.

dana's shaking her head, a stony expression on her lips. the only give away is the slight quirk at the corner of her lips. he's entertaining at least, she's got to give him that. if he's going to be a problem and a damn nuisance to her, it's the least he can do. "damn right you're the devil on my shoulder. you know, i was nice before you started here? you corrupted me, doctor robinavitch. i was such a nice girl before i met you."

already she knows the suggestion will be terrible. there's nothing robby can really do to make it better. if their job was fun and well paid, then everyone would be wanting it. no, all she's got going for her is the wit and humour of doctors who try and entertain her. "oh? what's that?" she's not confident in the answer... and there it is. "you know who my buddies are? it ain't anyone who works 'round here. you included." she's teasing. "but i'll take the inclusive spa getaway."

her hand creeps over the desk. she's had it in her eye line for the past twenty seconds. a quick grab and she's tossing a stress ball at the pitt's senior attending. it's a relic of a pharmaceutical rep visiting, trying to sell the latest and greatest in medical technology. it's shaped like a capsule pill. funny. "make it a six-pack and not just some dollar store shit and i'll be there."

[h4thaway]

iodine & coffee . . . not the perfume she'd put on before stepping out of the house, but she feared it was the scent she would be sporting for the rest of the day. the aforementioned coffee warms her hands in a quiet moment among the usual buzz of the emergency department. her eyes flit over the activity before her until they land on the person walking her way ── just the guy she needed to see! " robby . . . your students are the worst about cherry picking and then lying about cherry picking. " she raises a brow over the lid of her cup. " i helped stitch up a head lac, nice lady in her 80s. pretty sure she's going to put me in her will. that could've been one of your star pupils. "

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[reportngs]

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5  UNSENT  TEXT  MESSAGES    +     1  SENT  MESSAGE

(   imessage   →   robby   )    your  real  name  and  your  real  phone  number?    i  should  buy  a  lottery  ticket.    (   unsent   )  (   imessage   →   robby   )    my  offer  for  dinner  still  stands.    i'm  sure  you've  got  some  great  stories  to  tell.     (   unsent   ) (   imessage   →   robby   )    what's  your  schedule  like  this  week?       (   unsent   ) (   imessage   →   robby   )    i  have  this  work  thing  coming  up.         (   unsent   ) (   imessage   →   robby   )    can  i  see  you?    (   unsent   )

(   imessage   →   robby   )    saw  what  happened  at  pittfest.    call  me  please    (   sent   )

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@pittbled sent ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ( janey )

the touch is warm and reassuring. her hand feels as if it's swallowed whole by robby's as his fingers wrap around hers. there's an air of bittersweet lingering in the air as they walk up the metal bleachers that are slick with the shower that had rained down from overhead an hour before. it had felt odd to call, to ask him to come to jake's baseball game so soon after their relationship had ended, but jake had insisted. to his credit, robby was here. there's a strange feeling that stirs deep inside of janey at the thought, that he's still here despite it all.

perhaps he's right for taking her hand, despite janey's careful steps, her foot still slips under her for a brief moment. she catches herself, in part thanks to his hand that tightens the second she feels the slip of her foot. she looks up, cheeks pinking wtih a tinge of embarrassment at her stumble. "thanks... and thanks for coming. i know jake's going to love that you're here."

[gallowsleapcd]

michael "robby" robinavitch, @pittbled liked for a starter !

movements  paused  as  robby's  frame  came  into  view  ––  creamer  not  yet  poured  into  the  steaming  coffee  that  a  nameless  waitress  had  placed  before  her.  she  was  frozen,  as  if  her  movements  might  work  against  her  and  discourage  him  from  sitting  opposite  her;  and  she  wasn't  going  to  risk  that,  if  she  could  help  it.  ❝  i  didn't  know  if  you'd  come.  ❞  florence's  words  were  quiet,  gaze  fixed  on  his  face  as  a  small,  gentle  smile  curled  at  the  corner  of  her  lips,  ❝  i'm  glad  you  did.  ❞

[deptaid]

" jeez, it's freezing out there tonight, "

@pittbled. starter call.

[hollerwitch]

@pittbled // 💍 (alexa, play waking up in vegas by katy perry)

Hazel hates medical conferences, usually avoiding them at all costs. But, Gloria had very heavily hinted that she wanted a presence at this one. In the end, it was her and Robby on the plane to Vegas. The city was overwhelming, but god it was full of life in a way she never experienced.

After their last sessions for the day, ending far earlier than most, they made their way out to the strip. Drinking more than was probably healthy for either of them, but it's the first time they've really had the opportunity to unwind. To leave all the stress that came from the hospital behind.

The next morning, she's grateful they don't have any sessions until later in the day because her head is killing her when she slowly regains consciousness. Hazel decides against moving from the bed and rolls over to settle her arm around Robby, snuggling close to his back.

She feels warm against him and under the blankets, the ac in the room a little too high for her comfort. Breathing a soft sigh, she moves her arm again to rub at her cheek and it's then that something tugs at the back of her mind. Eyes open and she looks down at her hand, squinting at the gold band on her finger.

Unfortunately, she realizes she's not going to get back to sleep because now she remembers last night.

"Robby," she says softly, giving him a nudge. "Gonna need you to wake up now."