Is there going to be a throw down? [rp for Abby]

[dr_hair]

Lee’s in a foul mood after rounding with Harold, the young know it all irking his last nerve with his constant idiotic questions and in front of patients at that. By the time he’s at Ike’s for the celebration, mainly there because Neela wanted to go and because he feels that Pratt deserves congratulations, he’s more than happy to accept the beer

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[lockhart_md]

Still on edge from her argument with Pratt, Abby whirls around when she hears someone behind her. Seeing Lee standing there, and even she can see he's displeased, she gets defensive again. She throws her hands out in an exasperated gesture, not noticing how loud her voice still is. Now what?

[dr_hair]

He stares at her for a long moment, telling himself not to make a huge scene here, not here. Their coworkers have all ready seen enough tonight. You're drunk.

[lockhart_md]

She glares at him for stating the obvious, thinking he's being his usual overprotective self. I'm fine, I'm a big girl, I can handle it.

[dr_hair]

You can handle it? He can't kept the incredulity out of his voice, completely baffled y her behavior. You call this handling it, Abigail? You call *that* handling it? He gestures back at the bar. We are going home. He tells her matter of factly, his tone making it clear that there is no room for debate.