A/N: I'm a total newbie here, so reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome. As of right now I'm thinking three chapters?
Charlotte sat at her desk staring at the stack of papers in front of her. She twirled her pen and her mind began to drift, but she quickly caught herself. She glanced at the clock to check the time. "Five-thirty?" She muttered. She double checked and sighed. For the third day in a row she had wasted two hours trying to get through that damn paperwork. This was not like her.
"Shake it off King, focus." Her words fell flat.
She ran her fingers through her blonde locks an rubbed her eyes. Normally there was nothing that could distract her, but a certain redhead kept on popping into her head. And for the life of her she couldn't figure out why.
"Fuck this," the blonde decided, pushing herself back from the desk. She would be able to leave in a few hours after she filled in for one of the missing ER docs. Then she could go home. No, she decided. She would go out and get a drink at her favorite bar. Hopefully none of those Oceanside quacks would be there to piss her off. Then again it was only Monday, so she figured she could take her chances.
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Addison leaned back in her desk chair. It was six thirty and she'd only seen three patients all day. She wasn't sure if she loved this free time or hated it. She was used tona thousand surgeries a day, she loved to cut, but she felt like she had more room to connect now. She smiled and settled on the former, she could use the extra time anyway. She was glad to be in a new place, maybe it would do her good. It was certainly different from rainy Seattle or gloomy New York. LA was sunny and happy and devoid of Derek, his twelve year old, Mark, and Alex. Along with all the drama the bunch entailed.
She did miss Callie and their talks though. Webber too. She had Nai here and Sam, but she wasn't settled yet. She needed to find her comfort place, her niche here. She was at least glad she had her old filled out some paperwork and finally decided her work here was done, it was about time she let off some steam anyway, she wasn't used to this whole "California zen" thing that was going on. She needed a drink. Naomi had stayed at home with Maya that day, who had the flu, but surely Sam could hold down the fort. She pulled her phone out of her purse and hit the first speed-dial. Her best friend picked up right away.
"Hey Addie, what's up?" Naomi asked groggily.
"I was just about to leave work, I figured we could both use a drink. Plus you need to get me acquainted with all the bars in town. Wanna go out in a bit?" The red head inquired.
"Right as if you're own supply could ever run dry," she joked, "I would love to Addie, but I'm feeling like crap. I think I might've caught Maya's flu, Sam's coming over to take care of us right now."
"Aw, I'm sorry Nai," she said, her smile turning into a frown. "that sucks, I hope you feel better," she sent a kiss through the coughed loudly and didn't respond for a moment.
"Thanks, sorry about the drinks, I'll make it up to you, God knows I'd rather be out than home like this. I'll text you the name of a good bar though, maybe you'll meet someone. LA's full of hot guys Addie, we gotta get back out there. Sam's here, talk later, love you." She hung up.
Addison groaned, she was not in the mood to meet any guys tonight, her luck in that department was running low. She wouldn't let that stop her though, she was a grown woman. She would go home, put on a nice dress and drink alone. She had earned that much at least. She checked the address Naomi texted her, slipped on her cardigan, and left.