Re: Darts! Come one, Come all!! :]
Once Rory had gotten up from her seat and started over to get the darts from the drunks that weren't very a very good aim, he stepped around to turn her bar stool a bit before flopping down on it to face the amusing spectacle that was about to take place. The Doc was going to start throwing darts. This was going to be fun.
He raised his glass toward her at the question and he nodded, "yep. Brooklyn." And she needn't fear. There was no lipstick to be seen on her teeth. That, and he probably wasn't quite sober enough, himself, to really take notice or care. So she might want to check for herself, later on, whenever she got the chance to find a mirror.
"Glad you like it," He didn't exactly feel like being punched or anything for calling her 'Brooklyn'. It fit. He supposed he could keep calling her 'Doc', like everyone else. But he kinda liked Brooklyn.
"I have no idea. A Doctor's ball? One of those fancy doctor parties? Donor galas?" He paused, and then added, "the money. People that donate money to the hospital. Not the organ donors. Although-- they had every right to have a gala too. They saved lives." He took another sip of his whiskey and watched as Rory took her little stance so she could throw the darts. It was kind of cute in an amusing way. She took this way more seriously than the drunk guys had.
"I think you look nice. You're way braver than me, though. I was going to wear my dress, but I don't consider them to be apocalypse friendly. I need to be able to survive, and I don't think I could in lace and heels. Just saying," he was teasing, of course. But it was true. Zombies could attack at any moment, and he never wanted to be caught unprepared. Wearing a dress would be one of those moments. He was thinking in general. He did not wear dresses. Ever.