This man is your man. This man is my man. Oh, wait, that's your man. No, wait, that's my man!

[gaynecologist]

 
Usually David likes nothing more than to walk into a room with Bryan on his arm and see heads turn. He's not generally a fan of the spotlight, unless he's on a winning streak at a spelling bee, but he particularly relishes those moments when he gets to look and feel like he won the lottery.

Tonight however, he walks into the doctors' ball with tension in his shoulders and a smile that is only 50% genuine. Whether they're arguing about serious matters like leaving Sawyer at home for their spa break or ridiculous trivialities like Bryan adopting a mini pig, the evening has not been entirely pleasant so far. Despite what Bryan says, David knows the pig thing speaks to deeper issues and while he really wants to explore them with his husband, right now he has to work.

Because while the party might look like a night of black-tie luxury on the surface, it's actually a minefield of epic proportions. There's major networking going on, poaching of doctors from one practice to another, and the inescapable chitter-chatter of pharmaceutical reps, all trying to woo the slowly inebriating medical professionals with promises of charted yacht trips and rides in lamborghinis.

David has been sent by Finkelstein to spread the word that Darrow Women's Health Center is expanding but he "should only approach doctors who are worthy" of a position there. Finkelstein's own words. By that, David assumes he means doctors who are willing to put as much effort into selling expensive procedures as actually doing them. Since David isn't that type of person himself and Finkelstein assigned the task to him personally, David sees tonight as a giant flashing neon sign, warning him about his own future at the practice.

It's not helping his tension any.

"I need a drink." Maybe afterwards he'll shove his head into the massive chocolate fountain and pray that he passes out before he has to hand his business card to anyone.