Drunk enough to forget I'm drunk!

[Derek Scott]

'Melody' sat in the bar at a table, having recently been upgraded from pints to pitchers. Fucking body-changing... fucking ex girlfriends ruining everything... god damn it, I hate my fucking life...

[Melody Martens]

And as Derek looked around he'd see himself....no....his horrible ex inhabiting his body...doing much the same at a table several feet from his. She'd apparently come in some time after him, the table of large dockworkers between them having departed.

As they locked eyes Melody put down her shot glass and visibly deflated, closing her eyes in frustration briefly.

[Derek Scott]

Oh for fuck's sake. Maybe I should have fucked one of those dockworkers that was giving her eyes.

[Melody Martens]

"Oh WHAT?" she said, still feeling him staring daggers.

"Can we not even be in the same building? Grow the fuck up."

[Derek Scott]

"Sorry, did I say something? Don't think I did."

[Melody Martens]

"Didn't have to."

[Derek Scott]

"You never fucking pay attention to me when I do, so yeah, i guess it would be pretty pointless."

[Melody Martens]

"Like you've listened to a word I've said lately? Please."

[Derek Scott]

"Oh please, what've you said lately other than 'No, I won't give you your fucking uniform so you can get back to work'?"

[Melody Martens]

"This isn't my fault." "Your scrubs are 5 inches too long to wear without looking like a tool and tripping all over yourself in a body that isn't yours, so just grab another pair from the supply closet."

"You know. Stuff like hat. Mostly the first thing though."

[Derek Scott]

"The sup- What, you think we have a closet full of clothes? We fucking buy our clothes! Y'know, like people in the real fucking who do more constructive things than blow shit up!"

[Melody Martens]

"They're scrubs. My mom's hospital had a whole bunch. She'd wear them home, bring them back, and bring home a different pair all the time when I was a kid. And this was a horseshit inner city hospital. So excuse me for thinking that a school with a multimillion dollar....everything didn't at least give you scrubs for fucking working there."

[Derek Scott]

"No, they don't! I have to buy my shit, work my ass off, it's not like being an X-Man where they hand everything to you on a silver fucking platter!"

[Melody Martens]

"Well fine. Boohoo. I wouldn't give you your uniform. But you know what? I don't think they would have cared what you were wearing. The whole school knows how fucked up everything is right now. I'm sure they would have been happy to have you there wearing whatever the hell you wanted."

At this point she got up and sat at his table.

"You know why? Because you're in the wrong fucking body," she hissed. "So the fact that you wanted nothing more than to do your job? I think they'd be pretty fucking pleased with that, and they'd not give a shit that you weren't in uniform."

[Derek Scott]

"Fuck off, Melody. I've got you fucking everything up with my girlfriend, I've got my mom going through chemo that I can't be there for, I've got my body randomly not being mine, the only fucking thing I have any control over is my job, and if it helps me to be in my fucking uniform, that's my fucking business. But no. The world revolves around Melody, and so she has to say 'no, you can't have that' for no reason other than that she can hold it over my fucking head."

[Melody Martens]

"Listen, she has started almost everything, every time. It's not my fault you have now dated two crazy chic....the cancer came back?" Melody caught herself and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I....oh god,....Jesus, I'm sorry, Derek..."

[Derek Scott]

"Well, I might be able to be there for her after all. I'm on probation after all that shit in the infirmary. Since, y'know, when you're not one of the people blowing shit up, they actually care about how you act and don't have any problems kicking you out." He gave her a very obviously fake smile. "So thanks for being such a stubborn bitch, yeah."

[Melody Martens]

Well now she just felt guilty.

"They couldn't possibly fire you...I've seen some of the idiots you work with. They'd be lost without you."

"....you're a good guy, Derek, and you get shit on a lot, and you don't deserve it at all."

[Derek Scott]

"Oh, they can entirely do without me. Medical aides are a dime a dozen, and if I lose my job, they can find three more people to replace me with. And it's not their problem if I drop out of school because I can't pay the tuition without my grants. Not anyone else's problem either," 'he' said, shrugging.

[Melody Martens]

"In London maybe. But people who would actually work here? With all the shit that happens regularly? I doubt it. You're a student, and you're good at your job unlike almost everyone else you work with.