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[OOM:The clinic isn’t always just runny noses and sore throats.]

The door bangs open, and a doctor enters. She’s looking particularly murderous today, jaw clenched and lab coat flaring almost dramatically behind her as she strides her way blindly into the Bar, the abrupt change of surroundings not really registering until she nearly trips over one of the waitrats, who thankfully manages to dodge out of the way in the nick of time.

The waitrat gets a startled apology, and Thirteen settles in a seat whilst trying to reign in her righteous anger.

[Open 'till it falls off]

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"You are welcome." Tanya finishes her glass of schnapps, watching Thirteen. "Makes me wonder what turns a guy into a scumbag like that."

"And it is even worse when it is the mother doing it. Or helping."

She shakes her head.

"The boy's mother died about a year ago."

"And of course, daddy dearest thinks he is a nuisance? A drag on his life?" Tanya shakes head. "I wish I could tell him some stern words." Followed by a stern beating.

Tanya'll have to get in line after Thirteen.

"He favored his mother with his looks, it seems aside from hitting, daddy's hands liked to wander."

Tanya answers with an expletive.

Really, it explains everything. And concentrates all her opinions on the guy.

She sighs, running a hand through her hair.

"My sentiments exactly."

Tanya sighs and takes Thirteen's hnd, comforting the other woman and herself. "God..."

Thirteen feels the hand slip into hers, and she squeezes it gently.

"Mmmm."

She nods, trying to calm down, holding Thirten's hand. "So... scared of the place yet? Milliways likes to weird out people... you never know who you are going to meet."

"Well, the other day I was propositioned by a lonely war veteran."

She grins teasingly at Tanya.

"It all seemed rather suspicious, if you ask me."

She smiles back. "What is suspicious about a war veteran being lonely? And wanting company?"

"They were obviously using the lonely war veteran angle to lure in helpless young doctors."

"Nah. I gave up on most subtlety a while ago, around the 5th time or so I was turned down. I mean, if all my flirting will end in a 'no'..." Half-joking, half expecting Thirteen to turn her down too.

"Understandable. Directness does take a lot of guessing out of the whole thing, doesn't it?"

Tanya watches Thirteen. "Yes. It is a bit frustrating, you know? All the oblique, the innuendo, just end with someone staring shocked at me and stammering like I am making demands."

"So... would you mind spending a night with a war veteran whose only source of intimate contact in a long while, has been the handshower in her bathroom?" Very much direct.

For a moment, the young doctor looks thoughtful, and she reaches over, squeezing Tanya's hand gently.

"I appreciate the offer, I really do, and the directness."

She smiles, albeit a bit sadly and Thirteen watches watches the other woman's expression carefully, rejection or not, Tanya's become almost a friend of sorts.

"But I honestly can't really see anything happening between us. You're attractive, and very fun to flirt with, but there's just no...spark?"

Sad part is, she was expecting the rejection. "I understand."

Well, most likely she does not 'understand', actually falling to her low self-image ideas, but again, she expected it.

Tanya is not happy, but she will survive. "I guess I will have to keep looking and waiting." Just she will not.

She scoots a little closer and leans over to the other woman, pecking her lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you for understanding."

Well, what she could do, demand something? Hold thirteen to promises she did not make?
Oh wait, the first time they met Thirteen did insinuate a yes... ah, nevermind.

"You are welcome." See, Tanya even smiles a bit, drinking her schnapps.

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