Rating, probably about PG-15
ROAD TRIP - 9 Kerry/Luka/Dave/Carter
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Previously on ER
A grateful (and rich) patient invited some of the ER doctors on
an all-expenses paid trip to Ireland to attend a conference in
Galway. Arriving in Dublin they discovered that they had to drive
themselves to Galway. After several misadventures, (which you can
read about on my website <g>) they arrived on the Galway. A
few wrong turnings later, they arrived at the University College
Galway, only to find that they should have flown from Dublin to
Galway
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"We could have flown to Galway?" said Luka. "We
could have avoided all the flat tire's, vomiting stops, being
crapped on by cows?"
"Oops," said Kerry, as she started to blush.
"Kerry/Dr Weaver/Chief," the three chorused as they
looked at Kerry.
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A few hours, and a few drinks later, the three men had more or
less forgiven Kerry.
"I'm really, really, sorry," said Kerry for the
umpteenth time as they sat in the college bar. "I don't know
what happened. I should have double checked the arrangements."
"It's all right," said Luka, staring moodily into his
pint of Guinness and wondering was it safe to drink it. It seemed
so...black. There could be anything lurking in those depths.
"Yeah Chief," said Dave, who had no problems with
drinking Guinness. "It could have been worse. We got here
all right, didn't we? Come on, this is supposed to be a holiday.
Lighten up."
"Actually," said Carter, who had been reading the
program for the seminar. "This is supposed to be an
educational weekend. There's some really interesting lectures
scheduled."
Dave took the program and chucked it away, ignoring a squawk from
the next table. "Tomorrow we learn, tonight we party. This
is a student bar Carter, loosen up a bit and have some fun."
Carter looked at Dave coldly. He hadn't forgotten that he was
down to his last change of clothes thanks to him. He opened his
mouth to deliver what he knew would be the perfect 'put down'
when he heard an icy voice saying, "Is this yours?"
Looking around, he saw the copper haired woman who Dave had been
talking to on the bridge. A blush started spreading over his face
as he remembered what he had said to Dave. "Er, um, uh,"
he stammered.
A wave of recognition swept over Kendra's face. "You're the
guys I met on the bridge, right?" she said, grinning.
"Kendra," said Dave, with delight. "Hey, what you
doing here?"
"I went to College here. I'm back for a club reunion. What's
your excuse?"
"We're here for the medical seminar," said Dave,
proudly.
"You're doctors?"
"Sure. Shit where are my manners. Kendra, this is Luka
Kovac, Kerry Weaver, and you've already met Carter. Guys, this is
Kendra; we met while we were stuck on that bridge. She was
driving a Punto as well."
"Nice to meet you all," said Kendra, "But you
didn't answer my question. Which idiot threw this at me."
Now it was Dave's turn to blush as the other three pointed at him.
"Sorry, it was an accident."
"Call that an apology?" said Kendra, with a smile.
"Round here there's only one way to apologize. I'll have a
lemonade and blackcurrant."
With a rueful smile, Dave headed up to the bar.
When he returned, Kendra and a few of her friends had joined them.
"You're just in time for the sing song," she said,
taking the glass from him and making room for him to sit down
beside her. "The guys have just gone to get their
instruments."
"Is this going to be a traditional Irish 'session'?"
asked Luka, with interest.
"Well, everyone's going to sing out of tune and get totally
plastered, so yeah, it is a traditional session. Of course if you
mean is it going to be traditional songs? Then no. Well, some of
the tunes are traditional, but we've um, updated the words."
Kendra sipped her drink before continuing. "I should warn
you that some of the songs you might find a little off-color.
Hope you don't mind."
Kerry shrugged, "We were all students once," she said.
"I'm sure there's nothing we haven't heard before." She
wondered why Kendra seemed to be suppressing a snicker at this
comment.
A few hours and several drinks later, Kerry was realizing that
the U.C.G. students had a much wider range of songs than
<she> had ever heard. From the stunned expressions on Luka
and Carter's faces, she could see that they were of the same
opinion. She couldn't see the expression on Dave's face, because
it was hidden behind Kendra's copper hair. She had to smile. It
had made a change to see Dave being the pursued instead of the
pursuer, but then he hadn't exactly been running away too fast.
She watched as they came up for air.
"Oh, this is a good one," said Kendra, recognizing the
opening bars of the song.
"Old MacDonald?" said Dave in surprise. "We
learned that in Kindergarten."
"Not this version you didn't."
"What did you say they called themselves?" asked Dave.
Kendra took a deep breath and said slowly and distinctly, "The
Cunning Stunts."
Dave cracked up laughing. Kendra dug him in the ribs, "Come
on, you have to stand up and sing along."
So everyone stood up and joined in the singing. Kendra had been
right, this was <not> the kindergarten version.
They had sung several verses about the extremely horny animals on
Old MacDonald's farm, when they came to the verse about the whale.
"Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O," sang everyone.
Kendra quickly moved behind Dave.
"And on that farm he had a whale," sang everyone.
Simultaneously everyone in Kendra's 'club' took a gulp of their
drinks and sprayed them over the unsuspecting visitors, the
County General group included.
"Oh my God," said Kerry, trying to be angry. "This
is..." giving up, she burst out laughing. "You are..."
she shook her head in disbelief.
Luka too found the situation highly amusing. "Here, let me
dry you off," he said to Kerry, as he produced a large
cotton hanky.
Carter was definitely <not> amused. Sitting between Susan
and Kim, he had managed to get a double dose of drinks sprayed on
him. Even their enthusiastic efforts to dry him off didn't help.
Sighing, he wondered how much longer until the seminar started.
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Kerry yawned and looked at her watch. "What time does this
place close at?" she asked.
Kendra shrugged. "Usually five minutes before the guards
arrive. Officially they stop serving at 11:30, and start kicking
people out at 12."
"Well, I think this is late enough for me," said Kerry,
pushing herself to her feet. "I'm going to head back to the
hotel."
"You want us to come to?" asked Dave, with a trace of
disappointment in his voice. Kendra had told him that one of the
club who still lived in Galway had invited everyone back to his
place for another session, and she was inviting him.
"No, you can stay here if you like," said Kerry. "Just
remember to be back for breakfast," she said with a wink.
"Thanks Chief," grinned Dave.
"I think I will go back to the hotel with you," said
Luka. "I am getting tired as well."
"What about you Carter?" asked Kerry. Carter looked at
her. From the expression on her face and the tone of her voice,
he could tell that she really didn't want him tagging along.
"Umm," he said, trying to think of something.
"Oh, there's a gang of us heading back to one of the guy's
houses," said Susan, moving a little closer to him.
"Yeah, you'd be more than welcome," said Kim, snuggling
up on the other side.
"Yeah c'mon Carter, the night is young," said Dave,
with his arm around Kendra.
Carter sighed, "I'm going to regret this," he muttered
under his breath. Out loud he said, "Okay, okay, I'm coming."
To be continued
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Author's notes
Yes, I was in a club where we had sing songs led by some guys who
called themselves 'The Cunning Stunts'
Yes, we <did> sing extremely rude songs, (including the R-rated
Old MacDonald had a farm). There was also one with a verse about
'The Bishop of Galway' but that's for another time <g>
If anyone thinks that 'Kendra' is a 'Mary-Sue', well duh
<g>
Susan and Kim are names picked at random. Apologies if I've
offended anyone out there with those names ;-)