The Pact

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Emmy walked over to her friend Rory, "Heyya Rory how were the days off," Emmy said cheerfully, smiling like a Cheshire Cat.

"Ergh, horrible, I sat at home bored out of my mind, all sad and alone, I wish they didn't make me take them."

"Ooo, that reminds me I have to set you up with Paul," Emmy smiled at Rory.

He grimaced, "I'm not getting set up I will never be that desperate."

"One, you need to get back out there, and second, you spent your day off sad alone," Rory rolled his eyes at her.

"I'll get a guy when you get a guy," Rory said pointedly, working his way through the pile of charts in front of him. The ER was pretty empty and the baby doctors could look after everything going on at the moment, giving them some time to catch up on their paper work.

"I'll have you know I have a...had a date Thursday night," Emmy said sticking her tongue out at him, they were so grown up.

"Give me Paul's number now!" Rory practically shouted at her. "I can't be so desperate that I'm single and you aren't I just can't. Please tell me it's Zach if it isn't I will cry, mark my words."

"There is nothing official to tell, when there is you'll be the first to know."

"Well then it has to be Zach or he'd be the first to know," Emmy cursed under her breath knowing he was right. "So what is Paul's big but then," Rory questioned, looking at the number I had just written down for him.

"What?" Emmy just exclaimed.

"Emma I'm thirty, I'm dating guys in their thirties, who have now been dating half their live, they all have baggage, so tell me, what's his, he's a lovely guy but..." Rory said flicking though a chart one of the baby doctors had just presented him with to have the treatment signed off.

"I honestly can't think of one, he's really sweet, a graduate from some culinary arts school or another, trying to find a job as a chef, but no one is hiring so is working as a waiter in the meantime. He's more flamboyant than you, black hair, brown eyes, a couple of inches shorter, maybe, I'm not too sure, height is not my forte." Rory laughed, she always had to ask people there heights, since she was so short, everything was taller than her, hard to gauge height when you can't see the top.

"I'm starting to really worry now," Rory said putting away his phone, "I've just asked him to coffee and there are only two reasons you don't know this guys but, its either so bad he never talks about it, or he actually doesn't have one, which at our ages make him a freak."

"Paul is not a freak; he's a lovely guy..."

"What if he's exclusive?" Emmy was sure that met a lot to Rory, but it met nothing to her, whatever it was it looked to be a deal breaker for Rory by the stricken look on his face. "Emma for one so wise about the sex life of the straight, you are just so dense about mine. An exclusive likes to only recessive or give, I'm versatile I think you only live once so why not do a bit of both."

"Hey nurse can I get some help over her," some loud ass man yelled, god we all have names you know, but the two of them largely ignored him.

"Rory, I love you honestly I do, but quite frankly, I don't come to work and tell you how I like my man to fuck me, so save that kind of talk for the end of week cocktails tonight." Emmy grinned at him, and Rory just rolled his eyes. Every Saturday Emmy and Rory went out with a couple of friends, to have drinks, since they all had Sunday off. They went almost straight form work at 4, and the rest spilled in from then onwards as they got off of work.