This is mostly something that wouldn't leave me alone after the Bad Judge Premiere, I really wanted completely trashed Addison. I'm also struggling with my next workshop piece for class so I'm trying to write my way through it. Derek is a dickface, please enjoy! :)

What were you supposed to do when your husband tells you that he's in love with another woman? Addison didn't know if there was a guide to help her, but she didn't want to think about it, so she drank. She drank a lot, she had ditched the hot butter rum for straight vodka, and then she'd swiped Meredith's tequila shots. Hell the woman had stolen her husband's affections, so she'd steal her booze! It seemed like a fair trade in the eyes of the redhead as she sought complete intoxication. Addison simply continued to drink. She may have even blacked out at some point, she wasn't sure exactly what had happened now as the ringing of her phone startled her awake. She felt around for the device with her closed eyes and answered it with a groan. It was Derek. He was asking her a question or maybe just telling her something, she didn't really understand him. Words were pushing their way into her ears but they were jumbled.

"Huh?" She eventually managed.

"Addison are you alright?" He asked.

"No," She managed to mumble after a moment's hesitation. He said something else, but she didn't hear him. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, but she was taking in her surroundings. She was in her bed and with a single blink she was aware of the late hour as the sun peaked through the thick curtains. Derek was worried. She hadn't said anything in a while, then she heard a snore and he heard it too.

"Who are you with?" He shouted angrily and the redhead winced at his tone. She honestly didn't know, and she mumbled something to him about keeping his voice down rather than admitting that she had no idea who was next to her or what had happened last night. The evening was fuzzy at best after Derek's confession all she remembered was alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol, rums and vodkas and tequila… Meredith, she remembered Meredith.

The blonde stared at her partially amused and partially ticked off that she'd stolen her shots.

"You steal my husband, I steal your tequila," Addison had slurred and Meredith chuckled in response, probably at the redhead's uncharacteristically unstable speech. "He told me he loves you." She had spoken the words so calmly that it left the blonde slightly unnerved.

Was Meredith in her bed? Addison cautiously reached out to the snoring person lying next to her, because opening her eyes caused too much pain. She ended up with a handful of cloth covered boob. Her companion grunted and she wasn't sure if she was comforted or terrified at the knowledge that a woman was lying next to her in at least a t-shirt. Her hand slid down the woman's side, ooh she was also wearing panties, no pants but at least she had on panties. Maybe nothing had happened. She realized that she as also dressed and definitely wearing pants. She breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't had sex with the woman lying next to her, but she was also quite certain that her husband was in love with the woman lying next to her. She had to know and she turned her head, regretting it a moment later and squinted at the woman lying on her side next to her. Yup it was definitely Grey.

"I'd think you would know how the woman you love so much sounds when she sleeps!" Addison snapped. She wasn't sober enough for niceties yet.

"Meredith? You're with Meredith?" He hissed. "What the fuck Addison?"

"Oh relax Derek her panties are still on." He didn't say anything in response and Addison took it as her cue to continue. "Maybe if you didn't make us both so miserable we wouldn't have to drink so much." Addison didn't wait to hear his response, she simply hung up the phone and let it drop to floor next to the bed before pulling the blonde closer to her and dozing back off.

I have kind of thought about writing a little bit after this so if you'd like to see more please let me know