Some of the incidents described in this story are based on real events The names have been changed to protect the idiots
Rating, probably about PG-15, oh, and since this is a fun-fic, and not Carter Angst, I'm totally ignoring the Valentines Day incident.
Previously on ER
A grateful (and rich) patient invited some of the ER doctors on an all-expenses paid trip to Ireland to attend a conference in Galway. Arriving in Dublin they discovered that they had to drive themselves to Galway. After several misadventures, (which you can read about on my website <g>) they arrived on the Galway. A few wrong turnings later, they arrived at the University College Galway, only to find that they should have flown from Dublin to Galway
"We could have flown to Galway?" said Luka. "We could have avoided all the flat tire's, vomiting stops, being crapped on by cows?"
"Oops," said Kerry, as she started to blush.
"Kerry/Dr Weaver/Chief," the three chorused as they looked at Kerry.
A few hours, and a few drinks later, the three men had more or less forgiven Kerry.
"I'm really, really, sorry," said Kerry for the umpteenth time as they sat in the college bar. "I don't know what happened. I should have double checked the arrangements."
"It's all right," said Luka, staring moodily into his pint of Guinness and wondering was it safe to drink it. It seemed so...black. There could be anything lurking in those depths.
"Yeah Chief," said Dave, who had no problems with drinking Guinness. "It could have been worse. We got here all right, didn't we? Come on, this is supposed to be a holiday. Lighten up."
"Actually," said Carter, who had been reading the program for the seminar. "This is supposed to be an educational weekend. There's some really interesting lectures scheduled."
Dave took the program and chucked it away, ignoring a squawk from the next table. "Tomorrow we learn, tonight we party. This is a student bar Carter, loosen up a bit and have some fun."
Carter looked at Dave coldly. He hadn't forgotten that he was down to his last change of clothes thanks to him. He opened his mouth to deliver what he knew would be the perfect 'put down' when he heard an icy voice saying, "Is this yours?"
Looking around, he saw the copper haired woman who Dave had been talking to on the bridge. A blush started spreading over his face as he remembered what he had said to Dave. "Er, um, uh," he stammered.
A wave of recognition swept over Kendra's face. "You're the guys I met on the bridge, right?" she said, grinning.
"Kendra," said Dave, with delight. "Hey, what you doing here?"
"I went to College here. I'm back for a club reunion. What's your excuse?"
"We're here for the medical seminar," said Dave, proudly.
"You're doctors?"
"Sure. Shit where are my manners. Kendra, this is Luka Kovac, Kerry Weaver, and you've already met Carter. Guys, this is Kendra; we met while we were stuck on that bridge. She was driving a Punto as well."
"Nice to meet you all," said Kendra, "But you didn't answer my question. Which idiot threw this at me."
Now it was Dave's turn to blush as the other three pointed at him. "Sorry, it was an accident."
"Call that an apology?" said Kendra, with a smile. "Round here there's only one way to apologize. I'll have a lemonade and blackcurrant."
With a rueful smile, Dave headed up to the bar.
When he returned, Kendra and a few of her friends had joined them.
"You're just in time for the sing song," she said, taking the glass from him and making room for him to sit down beside her. "The guys have just gone to get their instruments."
"Is this going to be a traditional Irish 'session'?" asked Luka, with interest.
"Well, everyone's going to sing out of tune and get totally plastered, so yeah, it is a traditional session. Of course if you mean is it going to be traditional songs? Then no. Well, some of the tunes are traditional, but we've um, updated the words."
Kendra sipped her drink before continuing. "I should warn you that some of the songs you might find a little off-color. Hope you don't mind."
Kerry shrugged, "We were all students once," she said. "I'm sure there's nothing we haven't heard before." She wondered why Kendra seemed to be suppressing a snicker at this comment.
A few hours and several drinks later, Kerry was realizing that the U.C.G. students had a much wider range of songs than she had ever heard. From the stunned expressions on Luka and Carter's faces, she could see that they were of the same opinion. She couldn't see the expression on Dave's face, because it was hidden behind Kendra's copper hair. She had to smile. It had made a change to see Dave being the pursued instead of the pursuer, but then he hadn't exactly been running away too fast. She watched as they came up for air.
"Oh, this is a good one," said Kendra, recognizing the opening bars of the song.
"Old MacDonald?" said Dave in surprise. "We learned that in Kindergarten."
"Not this version you didn't."
"What did you say they called themselves?" asked Dave.
Kendra took a deep breath and said slowly and distinctly, "The Cunning Stunts."
Dave cracked up laughing. Kendra dug him in the ribs, "Come on, you have to stand up and sing along."
So everyone stood up and joined in the singing. Kendra had been right, this was not the kindergarten version.
They had sung several verses about the extremely horny animals on Old MacDonald's farm, when they came to the verse about the whale.
"Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O," sang everyone. Kendra quickly moved behind Dave.
"And on that farm he had a whale," sang everyone. Simultaneously everyone in Kendra's 'club' took a gulp of their drinks and sprayed them over the unsuspecting visitors, the County General group included.
"Oh my God," said Kerry, trying to be angry. "This is..." giving up, she burst out laughing. "You are..." she shook her head in disbelief.
Luka too found the situation highly amusing. "Here, let me dry you off," he said to Kerry, as he produced a large cotton hanky.
Carter was definitely not amused. Sitting between Susan and Kim, he had managed to get a double dose of drinks sprayed on him. Even their enthusiastic efforts to dry him off didn't help. Sighing, he wondered how much longer until the seminar started.
Kerry yawned and looked at her watch. "What time does this place close at?" she asked.
Kendra shrugged. "Usually five minutes before the guards arrive. Officially they stop serving at 11:30, and start kicking people out at 12."
"Well, I think this is late enough for me," said Kerry, pushing herself to her feet. "I'm going to head back to the hotel."
"You want us to come to?" asked Dave, with a trace of disappointment in his voice. Kendra had told him that one of the club who still lived in Galway had invited everyone back to his place for another session, and she was inviting him.
"No, you can stay here if you like," said Kerry. "Just remember to be back for breakfast," she said with a wink.
"Thanks Chief," grinned Dave.
"I think I will go back to the hotel with you," said Luka. "I am getting tired as well."
"What about you Carter?" asked Kerry. Carter looked at her. From the expression on her face and the tone of her voice, he could tell that she really didn't want him tagging along.
"Umm," he said, trying to think of something.
"Oh, there's a gang of us heading back to one of the guy's houses," said Susan, moving a little closer to him.
"Yeah, you'd be more than welcome," said Kim, snuggling up on the other side.
"Yeah c'mon Carter, the night is young," said Dave, with his arm around Kendra.
Carter sighed, "I'm going to regret this," he muttered under his breath. Out loud he said, "Okay, okay, I'm coming."