( And now she respects Rob's sister, because that isn't an easy road. Not every hospital is the same. Every one has a different ecosystem. Makes sense why they haven't crossed paths before now.
Renaissance flirts with the bartender, or it looks like flirting as she takes a shot with him.
She could say she's an only child. But she doesn't. )
( She may have heard of them as a concept, or learned about them in school, but they aren't at the forefront of her mind. Her first though: 90's Lilith Fair headliners? )
They were these factory workers around World War I and into the twenties. They painted the glow in the dark dials on watches and clocks with Radium - this is before they realized Radium was terrible for you. In fact, they're why they realized radium was terrible for you.
Anyway, horrors of capitalism in the 1920s aside, these girls had to fight so hard to get someone to listen to them. And in the end, it was their bodies that provided the most proof of what the radium companies had done to them. And ideally, you want to be able to get there before they die, but ... I don't know. I feel like the last line of defense. Maybe they weren't able to be heard in life, but I'll be able to hear them after they're gone.
( Wow. She wants to sleep with him again. It feels inevitable now. She can't let this stand. Let him lean against this bar being that handsome, that deep.
Behind him, his sister watches them, deliberately not coming back over? This family is not to be underestimated.
Cristina enters, unwrapping her scarf. She spots Meredith, but stops herself before coming over. What is happening there?)
I'm the last stop on the line. I owe it to them at least to try.
[And also make sure they're not a vampire or a ghoul or any other kind undead thing that probably shouldn't get off the table again. But that's not going to be the romantic thing that keeps her looking at him like that.
Which he really, really wants her to keep doing.
At least until he catches sight of Cristina over her shoulder and he blinks before taking a long swig of his beer.]
( She turns, the spell broken momentarily. She gives Cristina a "What?" face. Cristina indicates: Besnick, obviously. Ren returns with drinks, assessing the situation. She's going to defuse it. Because, tonight is about fun and not about the longing she just witnessed. Longing's a strong way of putting it, but her brother (and Meredith) don't look at people like that.
"Here," she says, setting another beer down and then the tequila. "Thought you'd be finished yours by now, Meredith," she says, indicating the untouched tequila soda.
Meredith looks away from Cristina, caught? Cristina recognizes Ren, but doesn't know much besides that, so, she joins.
"Nurse Bismark," she says, and finds the tequila soda. "Oh, is that for me?" she asks. It is now.
"Yang. Merry Christmas."
"Uhuh. Morgue guy," Cristina says, greeting Rob. Meredith makes a face at her. "He's the morgue guy. Fine. Rob. Attendant Besnick.")
( She's not heartless. He does clean up well, too. What doesn't she know, though. What's happening here? )
You've made an impression on the hospital.
( Which is more than she can say about any other people who work the morgue, say, at Seattle Grace. It's actually a compliment. He's also made an impression on Meredith? )
( Meredith gives her another look. What is she doing? Cristina ignores her, their back and forths stopping there before she takes her place at the bar. )
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[Or at least that's her cover story.]
She picks up shifts here and there, depending on were she wants to be.
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Renaissance flirts with the bartender, or it looks like flirting as she takes a shot with him.
She could say she's an only child. But she doesn't. )
How did you end up in the morgue, anyway?
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Have you ever heard of the Radium Girls?
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( She may have heard of them as a concept, or learned about them in school, but they aren't at the forefront of her mind. Her first though: 90's Lilith Fair headliners? )
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They were these factory workers around World War I and into the twenties. They painted the glow in the dark dials on watches and clocks with Radium - this is before they realized Radium was terrible for you. In fact, they're why they realized radium was terrible for you.
Anyway, horrors of capitalism in the 1920s aside, these girls had to fight so hard to get someone to listen to them. And in the end, it was their bodies that provided the most proof of what the radium companies had done to them. And ideally, you want to be able to get there before they die, but ... I don't know. I feel like the last line of defense. Maybe they weren't able to be heard in life, but I'll be able to hear them after they're gone.
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You give them a voice.
( Wow. She wants to sleep with him again. It feels inevitable now. She can't let this stand. Let him lean against this bar being that handsome, that deep.
Behind him, his sister watches them, deliberately not coming back over? This family is not to be underestimated.
Cristina enters, unwrapping her scarf. She spots Meredith, but stops herself before coming over. What is happening there? )
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[And also make sure they're not a vampire or a ghoul or any other kind undead thing that probably shouldn't get off the table again. But that's not going to be the romantic thing that keeps her looking at him like that.
Which he really, really wants her to keep doing.
At least until he catches sight of Cristina over her shoulder and he blinks before taking a long swig of his beer.]
There's Yang.
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"Here," she says, setting another beer down and then the tequila. "Thought you'd be finished yours by now, Meredith," she says, indicating the untouched tequila soda.
Meredith looks away from Cristina, caught? Cristina recognizes Ren, but doesn't know much besides that, so, she joins.
"Nurse Bismark," she says, and finds the tequila soda. "Oh, is that for me?" she asks. It is now.
"Yang. Merry Christmas."
"Uhuh. Morgue guy," Cristina says, greeting Rob. Meredith makes a face at her. "He's the morgue guy. Fine. Rob. Attendant Besnick." )
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[He flashes her a smile as he resettles against the bar.]
Honestly, I'm surprised you know my first name.
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( She's not heartless. He does clean up well, too. What doesn't she know, though. What's happening here? )
You've made an impression on the hospital.
( Which is more than she can say about any other people who work the morgue, say, at Seattle Grace. It's actually a compliment. He's also made an impression on Meredith? )
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[He'll take the impression on Meredith at least.]
So I take it you've worked with my sister?
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( On some gnarly cardio cases. )
She knows her stuff.
( Meredith gives her another look. What is she doing? Cristina ignores her, their back and forths stopping there before she takes her place at the bar. )
We could afford to have her around more.
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[He'll toss a smile at his sister.]
Though maybe she could be persuaded.
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That's why I like being a surgeon. There is no wanderlust. Only focus. Cutting. Progress. Right, Mer?
( "Mhm," she answers. Cristina studies the situation for a second before turning to Ren. )
Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you. You helped me on a case I worked on and I wanted to get your input. From a nurse's perspective.
( This is entirely out of character for Cristina and Meredith gives her an equally exasperated look as Ren picks up what she's putting down.
"Please. I love talking shop at a party," she says, excusing her and Cristina from the conversation as they move to a table.
"Cristina. Cristina!" Meredith stage whispers. But Cristina ignores her. )
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Is it me, or is she being more enigmatic than usual?