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Mindy likes to think of herself as pretty good at being straight-faced after several years of seeing weird things as a doctor, especially a gynecologist, but when she wanders into a place called Whiplash in search for some comparatively tame things for Kate's bachelorette party, she's just not so sure.

"Oh my god," she gasps, picking up something that looks pretty sinister and dropping it almost immediately. She turns to see if anyone is around to hear her and spots a familiar face behind the counter, that one guy who had dressed as a nun for Halloween and had those two adorable, sugar-hungry children in tow. Neil, she thinks it was, though mostly he is just Joseph Gordon-Levitt in her mind, for now. "Okay, I am a doctor, and I am pretty sure that this has no place on normal human anatomy."

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"Sometimes people don't want normal," I shrug, grinning crookedly at her-- whatever her name is. I remember her face, remember that we met, but it must've been a while ago. Halloween, I think.

"You don't think normal's a little borin', after a while?"

"You know, I think this is one area where I am okay with being boring," Mindy says, glancing back at the, uh, appendage once more before turning back to the counter. It's been long enough since she's had even the most vanilla sex, as it is. "I actually just came here to get some things for a bachelorette party? Things that won't get me kicked out of the wedding, preferably."

"Generally, we lean more toward the hardcore shit, but we got some of that, too. Come on," I say, waving for her to follow me toward a display near the front of the store.

"Pretty much all the novelty dicks you could want. Unless this is a lesbian wedding. That's the next aisle over."

"Uh, no, not a lesbian wedding," Mindy says, thinking to herself that one of those bachelorette parties doesn't sound like much fun. But maybe so many years as an OB/GYN have just jaded her. For once, she decides against verbalising these thoughts, though, and just grabs a bunch of dirty party favors and puts them into a basket. "Although she won't let me get a stripper for the party, and I'm not really sure what to think of that."

"Well, what's the fuckin' fun in that?" I laugh, glancing up when I hear somebody walk into the store, but by the way they're keeping their head down, I can tell they don't wanna be bothered yet.

"I didn't have one at mine, though. But I have been the stripper at a bachelor party."

"Whoa, really?" Mindy asks, although she probably shouldn't be surprised based on where he works and the, uh, costume that he'd worn to her door last Halloween. It's half temping to ask him if he wants to strip at Kate's party, but she's really trying to respect her wishes. Really. "Whose party?"

"Friend of mine. Danny Williams? He was here, for a little while, now he's not," I say, my smile tightening briefly at the corners. Danny... he's still a little bit of a sore subject. Danny, Mathias, Eames... They were here so briefly, I feel like I didn't get a chance with them, in a lot of ways. It just seems like a waste, somehow.

Mindy's not sure how she'd cope if she lost her friends in Darrow, Elle or Kate or Kurt. Leaving everyone behind in New York was hard enough, even if she manages to force her parents and Rishi out of her mind most of the time. "I'm sorry," she says, a little awkwardly because it's a weird situation to be offering such sentiment. "I bet you were great, though."

"I was fuckin' awesome," I say with a smirk, half serious and half not. I'm good at that kind of shit because I'm shameless and admittedly kinda get off on it.

"That it?" I say, nodding to the basket she's carrying. "I can let you look around a little more, if you want."

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