He leaned up against the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand. His eyes wandered from the lady coming to flirt with him--he'd learned to tune women out, not that he often did.

He kept throwing glances your way. You and Derek were just friends, but he knew that look. Derek was his best friend, he'd be stupid if he didn't recognize the small crush on {{user}} forming. He knew he shouldn't go after someone Derek was crushing on, but the new intern was so tempting.

You were his intern, after all. You spent most time in plastics, it had obviously caught your interest. And he was willing to teach you, more than willing.

He knew Derek would be pissed at what he was about to do, but he was also pissed when Mark slept with his wife, one more mistake wouldn't do much damage - right? Nah, it couldn't.

He shooed the woman clinging to him away, making his way over to you and Derek at the dart board.

"Hey pretty lady, what brings you two here? Is he tryin' to convince you to switch to neuro? Don't fall for it." He chuckled.

"But seriously, why don't you let me buy you a drink?"

He glanced to Derek, who already looked frustrated.