Title: Girls Just Want to Have Fun
Author/pseudonym: Ceindreadh
Rating: PG 13 (would be some gratuitous nudity if this was being
filmed <g>)
Also some innuendo
Keywords: Humor
Timeline: Unspecified, no spoilers
Acknowledgments: Song featured is 'Girls just wanna have fun' by
Cyndi Lauper
Cleo Finch and Jing-Mei Chen
Jing-Mei Chen stormed into the lounge at County General.
"Dammit," she thought to herself. "How difficult
could it be for people to get her name right?" She knew that
when Carter called her Deb, it was as a term of affection. Either
that or he was trying to wind her up. But it didn't take a
photographic memory or an I.Q. of 180 to remember that she wanted
to be called 'Jing-Mei' and not 'Deb'.
Growling with frustration she retrieved a soft drink from her
locker and knocked it back. As the cool liquid made its way down
her throat, she leaned against the locker and tried to calm
herself. In, out, in, out. That was it, nice calming breaths.
Today had been a rotten day all round.
Last night had been her first date in months. She had come home
when dawn was breaking to be caught sneaking in the door by her
mother. Her mother had been furious. "How're you ever going
to be chief resident if you stay out partying all night?"
she had said.
"Mom, it's one night out of fifty. I need a social life. I
need a bit of fun now and then," Jing-Mei had protested.
"Time for fun when you're chief of staff," her mother
had replied.
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I come home in the morning light
my mother says when you gonna live your life right
oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
and girls just want to have fun
oh girls just want to have fun
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And then today when she had gotten in to work, she had been stuck
doing butt boils and hemorrhoids. Not that she was like Malucci,
only wanting to work on traumas, but she was a resident, dammit.
She wanted to expand her knowledge, not be stuck doing work that
could easily be handled by the greenest med-student. And of
course everyone seemed to be calling her Deb.
"Oh to hell with it," she muttered to herself, as she
threw her empty carton into the bin, and let fly with a perfect
Gyaku-mywashi-jeri-kodan kick, straight at the locker door. The
door slammed shut with a satisfying thud. It rattled briefly on
its hinges and then collapsed on the floor. "Shit,"
thought Jing-Mei, and then jumped as she heard a voice from
behind her.
Dave Malucci sat up abruptly from the sofa where he had been
sprawled half-asleep.
"I'm up, I'm up," he said in a daze. He looked around
the room to see who had disturbed him, and noticed Jing-Mei
standing in front of the remains of her locker.
"Whoa," he said. "What happened Jing-Mei?"
"Metal fatigue," she answered tersely, wondering to
herself, why Malucci seemed to be the only person today to get
her name right.
"Yeah? Cool." Dave wandered over to the row of lockers.
"Man, that's bad. You won't be able to leave your stuff in
there until it gets fixed."
"You think?" asked Jing-Mei sarcastically.
Dave either didn't notice or ignored her sarcasm.
"Hey, you could always put your stuff in my locker until
yours gets fixed. I don't mind sharing with you." He flashed
a winning smile at her.
Jing-Mei rolled her eyes. "Dave, the last time I saw you
open your locker, it took you almost half-an-hour to pick up all
the junk that fell out."
"Hey, it's a lot better now. It only takes me fifteen
minutes to pick up everything now."
"I think I'll pass. I'm sure maintenance can fix it up."
"Whatever," shrugged Dave. "But I could probably
fix it for you, after all 'locker-repair' is my middle name."
Jing-Mei was about to decline Dave's offer of assistance when
Cleo walked in.
She too had been having a bad day.
Peter had phoned her last night when he'd finished work.
Unfortunately her father had been in town briefly on business and
had spent the night at her apartment. Cleo had been in the shower
and her father had picked up the phone. Peter hadn't realized
this, and had spent five minutes talking about his plans for
their next date, before Mr. Finch could get a word in.
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The phone rings in the middle of the night
my father yells what you gonna do with your life
oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
but girls they want to have fun
oh girls just want to have fun
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Mr. Finch had <not> been impressed.
Then today, she'd been puked on by a dozen kids with food
poisoning, before finding out that Peter had to cancel their
night out. "Definitely all men are bastards," she
thought to herself.
"Oh Dave," she said when she noticed him standing there.
"Dr Weaver wants you in Trauma two."
"Cool, a trauma to work on," said Dave his face
lighting up. "Thanks Cleo." He left the room.
"You look as you've had a bad day," said Jing-Mei as
she joined Cleo by the coffeepot.
"Tell me about it," said Cleo. "And I don't even
have anything to look forward to tonight. Peter had to cancel."
"That's too bad." Jing-Mei thought for a moment. "Hey
do you want to get some dinner with me? My parents are having a
'party' at home, and I usually try to find some excuse not to be
there."
Cleo shrugged and said "Sure. Why not? It certainly beats
sitting at home watching TV"
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The next morning Jing-Mei woke up with a pounding headache. Her
mouth tasted like something had crawled in it and died. "Ugh,"
she groaned as she struggled to sit up, hoping that the room
would stop spinning.
"You okay?" said a voice from beside her.
Jing-Mei screamed and nearly fell out of the bed. "What are
you doing here?" she gasped.
"I live here, remember?" said Cleo with a grin on her
face.
"What happened last night?" asked Jing-Mei in confusion.
Her photographic memory tended to get a bit underdeveloped after
a night of tequila's.
"I think we went out and got drunk. Then for some reason we
decided to come back to my place." There was something else
about last night tugging at Cleo's memories, something that she
knew she really should remember.
"So how did we end up in your bed? Don't you have a spare
room?"
"I do. Oh crap." Cleo suddenly remembered what had
happened. She jumped out of the bed and hurried down the hallway,
stopping at a closed door. Jing-Mei followed her. She could hear
small snores emanating from behind the closed door.
"This is why we ended up in the same bed," said Cleo as
she quietly pushed the door open. Sprawled on the bed with only a
sheet protecting his modesty was the sleeping form of Dave
Malucci.
"Oh god Malucci!" exclaimed Jing-Mei. "We didn't?"
"Of course not. We met him in one of the bars."
Jing-Mei was starting to remember. In every bar they went to,
someone had tried to hit on them. It didn't matter how hard they
tried to explain that they were just having a fun girls night out.
Finally in the fourth, or was it the fifth place, they had bumped
into Dave.
They decided that if Dave was at their table, then it might
dissuade other guys from harassing them. It worked, and
surprisingly Dave turned out to be quite good company. Finally
when the bar had closed they had decided to get a pizza. Jing-Mei's
place was out because of her parent's party, and neither of the
girls wanted to go back to Dave's, so they went to Cleo's.
After a couple of pizzas and several drinks later, none of them
were in any condition to go home, so they didn't.
"I wonder what Dr Benton will say when he hears that Dave
spent the night here?" said Jing-Mei.
"Oh crap," said Cleo. "You don't think Dave will
tell him?"
"Let's see. Malucci spends the night with two very beautiful
women. Hell no, he's not going to tell anyone." Jing-Mei saw
the stricken expression on Cleo's face. "Hey, it's okay. I
mean nothing happened."
"You know that, and I know that, but Peter may not like it.
I'm dead. Unless......" She looked at Jing-Mei. "We
could always get Dave to say he spent the night with you."
"No way. I've got a reputation to uphold. Look we just have
to find a way of persuading Dave not to mention it."
"How about bribery?"
"How about blackmail? Do you have a video camera?"
"Sure. Peter and I, uh, that is, I got it....for a hobby.
Yeah, for a hobby."
Yeah right, thought Jing-Mei. Out loud she said, "Ok, you
get it, a jar of honey, and an old pillow. But quickly before he
wakes up." At her words, Dave moved around on the bed,
knocking the sheet further down his body. Jing-Mei stared in
admiration.
"You sure you don't want to say <you> spent the night
with him?" asked Cleo wryly.
"What?" Jing-Mei blushed. "Hey, just admiring the
view."
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A few hours later Dave stormed into the lounge and threw his coat
into his locker.
"Hey Dave," said Carter. "Did you have a good
night last night?"
"I went home, I watched videos, and I went to bed. That's
all, okay?" He quickly slammed the locker door shut and
hurried out.
Carter raised an eyebrow at Dave's unusual behavior, as he bent
down to retrieve a small object that had fallen off Dave. "Hm,"
he thought. "What was Malucci doing with a duck feather
anyway?" Oh well, he shrugged and went off to work.
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