Cox was still in two minds whether or not to believe anything he was being told, but for now at least, he decided to play along. If it was a prank, he would simply strap the defibrillator paddles to the chest of whoever was responsible, douse them in water, and let 'em have it. For now, he just needed to figure out what the hell was going on.
As Wilson pat him on the shoulder, Perry turned his head and stared at the shoulder of his coat as if Wilson had just left something disgusting on the fabric, obviously not impressed at being touched. Still, he said nothing and, a little annoyed he couldn't cross his arms, he stared back at Wilson to reply.
"If we're talking scotch and pants, let's get a goddamn move on. And this bar better have a public phone, I gotta make a call and get back. As much as I appreciate the offer to work in whatever establishment you're calling a hospital, Sacred Heart has this annoying tendency to shut down whenever I'm not around for them to bug with questions."