The Older Woman
Part Two - Top Gun
By Zoinks
ergirlz@yahoo.com

DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story do not belong to me, they never have belonged to me, and unfortunately, never will belong to me. They belong to Warner Bros., Michael Criton, NBC, and the writers of ER. If I ever reach writer status, I may not need to use this disclaimer, but until then, please enjoy my story, and the borrowed characters appearing within it.

NOTE TO POLITICALLY CORRECT READERS: The places traveled to in this story are also made up. I do not live in or near Chicago, so I do not know what type of stores, resturauntes and recreational facilities they have. That being said, the names of the places used in this series are (to my knowledge) imaginery. Please do not hold it against me, I just don't get out much.

WARNING: The characters in this story are a bit (well okay, quite) out of character. This story is meant to be humorous though, and the only way I could do that was to change their personalities.

John raced back to Kerry's house. "Kerry," he panted, "C'mon, we gotta get over to Elizabeth's house to watch a movie."

"John, I don't want to hang out at her home."

"But everyone is gonna be there."

"Who's everyone?"

"Elizabeth, Mark, Peter, Cleo, and us."

"John, this is a stupid idea, but I'll participate for your sake. I don't think that Corday actually likes you, but it is evident you like her, so I'll help you woo her. Let's go," Kerry stood up and grabbed her keys, "Oh, John, did you get the sundae things?"

"Damn, I knew I forgot something."

Elizabeth got into her car, and began the journey home. Secretly, she hoped John and Kerry would come. The more the merrier when Cleo was around. As she searched for a song on the radio, her cell phone rang.

"Hello," she answered.

"Elizabeth, it's Peter. We have a situation here."

"What is it now," she asked in a less than thrilled tone of voice.

"Well, we saw Kerry's car parked outside, and now she and Carter are coming up the stairs, towards your apartment. We think your going to have to buy more food. Meanwhile, it is 9:12. The movie was due to begin twelve minutes ago. We can't have this tardy stuff occuring."

"Peter, don't worry about, I bumped into John in the supermarket, and I invited them over. As for time, well, it is my house, so whether I want to start the movie at 6pm or 4am, that is my choice."

"Let's just try to get it rolling before 10, deal?"

"Yeah, deal." She shut off her phone. She hated when they put her on time schedules. She was not looking forward to going home at all. She knew Mark and Peter probably rented something less than desirable for most people, and Cleo was just going to annoy her. Now, John and Kerry were coming, which was fine with her, but she knew that not many people got along well with Weaver. <All were missing is Rocket and Malucci to officialy make the evening complete hell> she thought.

Knock, knock, knock. Carter rapped on the door. Mark answered, "C'mon in," he greeted them, "Cups are on the counter, go choose one and write your name on it, here is a marker. Ice is in the freezer, limit two cubes per person, per drink, limit 12 cubes per night. Pop and beer are in the fridge, if you get a can, find someone to split it with, measuring cups are in the bottom left cupboard, there, each drink can easily be divided into 6oz. If soda is your pleasure, choose your flavor, and pour it to a maximum of 1/2 an inch to the top of the cup, make sure your ice is added first, this of course is to prevent spillage. Also, paper plates, silverware and napkins are on the table, you are entitled to one plate, a spoon and fork and three napkins. We had a small accident with the scott towels, so those are not available at this time. With your marker, please place your name on the plate and silverware, and on the first napkin, every napkin used after the first napkin requires only your initials. Now, you may be asking, 'Mark, how should I write my name?' I'm going to address that now. On your cup, plate, silverware, and first napkin, write your name in this order; last name, first name, middle initial, and on your two additional napkins, just your initials. This of course is to prevent confusion. Any questions?"

Kerry looked up sarcastically at Mark and asked, "Yeah, how many ounces of snacks are we alloted?"

"I'm glad you asked that," Mark started, "For each trip to the snack table, you will be alloted 7..."

"I'm ba-ack," Elizabeth called as she entered through the back door, "Peter," she continued, "Since you are in such a rush to begin, help me unpack."

Peter went into the kitchen, and began taking the food out of the bags. "It's 9:27," he informed her, "Where have you been?"

"I had to stop and get gas, and the line was horrendous, but, I knew you were stuck here waiting for me, so I only filled my tank half way instead of completely full."

"Elizabeth, you didn't have to do that for me."

"I know, I didn't," she said cooly, "I filled it up as much as I could, and then some."

The two were in the kitchen laughing about gas when John entered, "Elizabeth," he said, "Where are the paper cups?"

"What paper cups?"

"The one's I'm supposed to write my name on."

"Oh, those paper cups. I see Mark gave you the enterance speech."

"Enterance speech?"

"Yeah, it's some monologue he gives everyone as they enter the door to hang out here. Disregard it, he was only joking. There is beer and pop in the refridgerator, if you would like a glass to pour it in, I could give you one."

"No, that's okay," John said, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer. Peter grabbed a can of pop before he shut it and took his popcorn into the other room.

"Where are the fritos?" Cleo asked.

"In the kitchen," Peter replied.

"Well thank you, Peter," Cleo said sarcastically, "You're so blind by her, you couldn't even offer me a drink."

"I thought you already had one."

"No, but I will soon." With that, Cleo marched into the kitchen to claim her food.

Kerry looked at Peter, "Cleo's eating fritos?"

"Yeah, she always eats them."

"Funny, I always thought she was anorexic."

Twenty minutes later, everyone claimed their food and were gathered in Corday's living room. Mark put the video into the vcr, "And now, for our feature presentation," he said.

Almost as quickly as the movie began, Elizabeth paused it, "This movie is on TNT every other day!" she exclaimed.

"What is it?" Cleo asked.

Peter looked up, "Top Gun," he answered.

"Oh," Cleo looked satisfied by the answer, then she looked at Elizabeth, "Allright, put it back on."

"No, wait a minute," Elizabeth looked at the guys, "Why did you two waste money on a movie that is on tv everyday."

"Because, it's a good movie," Mark said defensively.

"Besides," Peter added, "Tom Cruise's best friend in it looks like Mark."

"I can't believe you two rented it," was Corday's reply.

"Are you mad?" Mark asked.

"No, just shocked. One things certain though, next time, I'm picking the flick."

She pressed play, and the group began watching the movie once again. At the ending credits, Mark announced that they only stopped it a record six times, which was two above their highest.

Around 1am, the gathering was over. John got into Kerry's car. She started up the engine and pulled out. "I can't believe Elizabeth thought we were dating," Kerry laughed.