A/N: Look who's back, back again. Ya, I know, you were all struggling along without me and whatnot. I've come to rescue you all from these dark days gasp. Hmm, yeah, sure I have. You know, it's just dawned on me that all people really use these notes for are to rant a little and make witty snarky comments. insert snark and wit here please. I really have no idea where this is going, well I do, I have up to chapter 8 outlined and crap, but...well. I'll see how you guys like it and we'll go from there ok? So, let me know how you like it, I' not gonna lie, it's pretty terrible, but there's a point in the future that I like a little, I'm pretty proud of, but you can't see that yet, so, review and you'll get to the good stuff. No pain no gain.
Summary- meh, I don't even think it needs one. To sum things up, Addison plans on saving face. She realises that there is one person who owes her. She's going to make him pay up I guess...
He sat in the booth by the far wall. It was a good spot. From his position, leaning back in the curved booth in the comfortable soft leather he could see the whole of the bar.
He spotted it.
Her fire auburn hair.
She rose to greet the first of many.
He couldn't help but wonder what had possessed her. This was something he had never in the world imagined her doing. It was so, out of character. It made him wonder, did he even really know her anymore?
He shook his head, of course he did, he still knew all those little details no one else did. Like how her eyes were really blue, not green or greenish blue. Just blue, a rich ice blue. And how she hated chocolate, unless it was white chocolate. She only drank hot chocolate from October until February, any other month coffee was perfectly fine. She didn't like roses either, or most flowers. It didn't matter what kind of sentimental or romantic meaning it had. Although she was a hopeless romantic when she wanted to be. She only loved lilies.
But there were so many things he didn't know anymore. To be more correct, so many things she didn't want him to know, that, he didn't understand.
Not that he could blame her. Of course, he blamed for a lot of things, but some things, they weren't worth thinking about.
At least that's what he told himself.
"Strike one." Option number one was sporting a fresh bouquet of blood red roses. He gestured towards her hair and Derek knew he was trying to make a comparison of some kind.
Addison flinched in abject horror. Maybe she should have added that to her description.
"So, your in real estate?" she asked forcing a smile to her face.
"I suppose you could say that."
"Oh?"
"Ya, it's kind of like the stock market you know?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't know. I'm a doctor, I was never really interested in the field of, stock, markets." she inwardly flinched, she sounded like an intern.
"Well, I'm not really an official real estate agent. I clean real estate agents offices three times a week."
Addison was really not in a position to look down on anyone right now.
"I suppose that could be interesting." she nodded.
"It can be, but my other job is so much more, fulfilling. I work as an ass double for pornography. More specifically anal sex pornography. It's an art really. You know, you could have a great career in that field." he smiled enthusiastically at her and leaned in his seat ever so slightly. He reached a hand out towards her.
She stamped hard on his toe with her heel. Thank Louboutin and all his creations.
"Move it an inch closer and I break it. And all the little pigs too."
"I was just checking, they don't let just anyone into the industry you know." he managed to hiss in spite of his pain.
"Get out. Get out now."
Ok so, she had enough self respect to be able to judge this guy.
She stood up and grabbed his arm, making a mental note to scrub her hands extra hard next time she scrubbed in.
She shoved him towards the door.
"You sick twisted freak get the hell out and never ever come here again. I will be no ones ass double you bastard!" she hissed before stalking back to her table.
"Aw, lighten up Addison, he was just trying to be friendly. I'm sure you'd be pretty popular too." a voice whispered over her shoulder.
"Mark!" her eyes grew wide with horror.
He smirked and she narrowed her eyes. Silently telling him if he so much as mouthed a word of what he just heard he would be removing his head from his own ass when she was done with him.
He shrugged his shoulders and moved past her towards the bar.
It was his fault she was even doing this in the first place. Stupid man whore.
An hour and a half later she flopped down into her seat.
"Joe I need vodka." she called out.
The bartender shook his head to hide his laughter before going to get her order. Those surgeons kept him in business.
She blew a strand of hair out of her eyes.
'Oh God no.'
This could not be happening. Why? Why did God hate her so much?
Derek raised his glass of scotch towards her and smiled with false cheeriness.
Joe placed a shot glass on the table in front of her and poured the clear liquid right to the top.
"Leave the bottle Joe." she waved a hand dismissively. Maybe she could work this to her advantage.
Joe nodded, she was no light weight so he wasn't so worried.
"Mind if I join you." she asked placing the vodka bottle beside his scotch.
She sat down on the opposite side of the booth before he could answer.
'Grey Goose. Some things never change then.' he noted.
"So let me get this straight, you want to bring me to your sisters wedding." he howled with drunken laughter and a few of the bars patrons shot them looks of disproval.
"Sssh" she stage whispered and placed a finger on her lips. "We have to be really quiet.
You owe me anyway. You slept with Meredith."
"But why? Why would you want me there if you hate me so much?"
"Do you really think I want to? You cheated on me Derek, you cheated when you we were supposed to be trying. Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to watch you standing there begging her to be with you after having sex with her while I was ten feet away with the vet? Do you think I can arrive at this wedding and explain to them all why my husband of more than a decade can't come because he's busy screwing the waifish intern he left me for. Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to explain to them why I was leaving Manhattan in the first place? Why I had been staying at Mark's apartment for months? Not only will I have to explain this to my family, but yours too." Her voice was low and threatening. "You owe me. Just this once Derek. You owe me, I'm not letting you get away with that."
His felt his gut clench when he heard her talk about staying with Mark. She'd told him before, but really, once was enough.
He knocked back another shot of vodka. The liquid burned his throat so hard he closed his eyes tight. When he opened them she was still there. She started at him hard, although her eyes were glazed over and he knew his were angry and bloodshot he could still feel the intensity of her gaze.
He sighed and reached out a hand to stroke her cheek.
She pushed his hand away roughly. She swallowed in a vain attempt to sober up a little. Her tongue seemed to be leaking scotch and other forms of liquor into her mouth and the back of her throat burned.
"We're divorced Derek. You cheated on me. At prom. At a prom that you asked me to. Don't touch me. Don't. I can barely look at you without…. Just don't Derek."
She stood up shakily and stumbled towards the door without drawing too much attention to her self.
"Addison. Wait." he tossed a couple of bills on the table littered with bottles and glasses. The latter having been discarded a few hours ago.
He pushed open the door to find her standing, swaying slightly as she pressed a cell phone to her ear.
"Let me get you a cab, I'll send you back to the hotel. Tell Mark I'm sorry I let you get into such a mess."
"Don't you dare talk to me about Mark. And stop pretending your more sober than me. You're not. You never were. I hate Mark, and you. I hate men. All men. Men should be, I don't know, my head hurts. Just leave me alone Derek." she rambled not even noticing Derek had taken her phone from her and fixed her bag on her shoulder.
"Fine. There's a cab. Just be careful ok." He ushered her into the back seat.
"I still hate you. You still slept with another woman. Chivalry doesn't balance that out."
"You slept with Mark."
His cheek began to sting and he could feel the bruise already forming.
"Bitch."
"Hypocrite."
The taxi driver glanced back at them, clearing his throat he gestured towards the time.
She fished around in her bag. She handed him a piece of paper. He squinted at it and tried to read it in his drunken state.
"No one has to know the truth. Just don't have sex in any exam rooms." she slammed the door in his face and the car sped off into the night.
"She's saving face."
Ummhumm, I did it, I went there... So, how do you feel about that:P