Wearing her signature type jeans, a Celtic design weaved in the denim down the sides of each leg and a loose fitting sky blue t-shirt, her heavy winter jacket hung over the bar stool behind her, gloves sticking out of one pocket, the short sandy brown haired doctor, sighed heavily when her lover ordered another drink. Catching the bartender’s eye before he could pour and serve the drink, she shook her head and though she knew Cynthia’s wrath would be fierce, she did not want to see her stupidly drunk.<br/><br/>Gracefully perched on the stool, she turned slightly towards her whining lover and again consoled her, truly this was not that bad, they had a private room, food and drink. “Being together away from the stresses of work and keeping<em>us</em>secret from our colleagues is always a great idea, regardless if we are at a luxury resort or some small mountain town. Earlier in the evening, Vivian had resolved to make the best of the situation, unwilling to allow the circumstances to get in the way of her vacation.<br/><br/>She nodded to the group as they walked in, but for the most part she was concentrating on the doctor before her, attempting desperately to lighten her mood. As the others filed into the room, she nodded to each of them, her attention immediately returning to her lover and her desperate hopes to bring happiness to this vacation.