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So, the kosher salad bar at “Daddy’s Crab Leg Crab Shack”, as it turns out, is terrible.
The sort of terrible that Sydney imagines would probably send her poor bubbe Esther rolling about in her grave, if she ever found out that her only beloved grandchild was consuming such awful kosher food. Still, even as Sydney finds herself picking apart rubbery chicken and wilted lettuce leaves with a fork, she can’t help but think to herself that this is the most she has enjoyed herself at a dinner in years - which is saying a lot, given the awkward menage a trois situation Sydney, Maggie and Dr. Dey are currently in.
Sydney chalks up her enjoyment to the fact that she's probably a little drunk, with the way the alcohol has been pleasantly thrumming in her veins over the last half an hour and how her words have begun to slur as they leave her mouth, but she can't exactly be sure - well, because she's drunk. But if the way Maggie and Dr. Dey haven't been able to refrain themselves from giggling for the last five minutes is any indication, they've all been enjoying this dinner a little too much.
"So, the imaging came back and there was this object lit up in the area of his rectum that looked awfully like a - "
Maggie pauses and looks around at the other tables in the restaurant, before finishing off the rest of her sentence:
"- a vibrator,"
The last words are barely whispered, but it's just loud enough to send Sydney and Dr. Dey erupting into a fit of laughter. It's Maggie's turn to tell the table about her most embarrassing experience while being a doctor and she's recounting the time she had to remove a vibrator from the rectum of a patient using a speculum (Ok, so hospital policy dictates that they shouldn't be talking about this as a matter of doctor-patient confidentiality, but Sydney is pretty sure all that got thrown out the window approximately two drinks ago).
"And how did he take it? Not as well as the vibrator I assume," Dr. Dey says with a chuckle and Sydney laughs so hard that she almost sprays the whole table with white wine.
"I didn't get to tell him exactly ... I maybe kind of got Zach to do it for me instead," Maggie says all in one rushed breath, before covering her face with her hands and laughing. "I totally owed him two night shifts afterwards, though".
There's a loud burst of laughter from Sydney and Dr. Dey's part of the table again before, Dr. Dey is standing up and insisting on pouring them all another round of drinks.
"You know, I'm a little surprised that you didn't find any anal beads along with that vibrator, as well Maggie" he says, while pouring Maggie's wineglass.
"Oh, so that's what you're into, Dr. Dey. A little BDSM, eh?" There's a classic "Maggie" eyebrow wiggle and Sydney practically rolls her eyes at Maggie in response, because Maggie is just being so - Maggie.
Dr. Dey doesn't let Maggie get so easily off the hook though and he winks at Sydney, just before waving a half-bitten crab leg in Maggie's direction, "Seeing that I only just stopped my celibacy experiment and that celibacy until marriage is one of the tenets of Judaism, I think it's safe to assume that you're the only one who isn't practising celibacy on this table, Dr. Lin. Perhaps you're projecting?"
It's a little dark at their booth with the only light in the restaurant coming from the yellow fairylights lining the ceiling beams above them, but even Sydney can see from across the table the light pink blush dusting across Maggie's cheeks. There's a beat of silence, before Maggie is looking over at Sydney with a small smile and replying "Well, celibate in theory at least."