Author Note 1. - So, this is my first GA fanfiction, ever. I mainly wrote it for my own entertainment but then I thought - hey, maybe others would like this too? Note that I am in no ways a great author or anything even remotely close to that. However, I have one thing in common with great authors; feedback is my fuel.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for the notes up here and the idea of the story.

The air was cold and streets were covered in a thin layer of snow. Christmas lights were hung in every window. The city was silent except for the occasional car rushing by. Anyone who looked outside would be blind to the happenings just behind the windows of a well-known bar. The Emerald City Bar. Everyone calls it Joe's, as Joe is the owner of the place. A cozy place with great service. Most of the people that live near the hospital know that it is the go-to place for every doctor. If you work at the hospital, you have most likely been there. If you go there, you are almost guaranteed to meet a familiar face. It is peaceful, no college students go there to get hammered and cause chaos. However, every now and then, three women will come to the bar and let go of all prohibitions. Three doctors, drinking away the stress of dealing with sickness and injuries every single day.

"Joe! Another round!" Callie Torres shouted, leaning across the passed out form of one Teddy Altman. Addison Montgomery was currently drawing what seemed to be random lines across the unconscious woman's face. Joe shook his head at the trio, aware that he should probably not serve them any more alcohol. When he stalled in pouring another round of tequila for the three, Callie sent him an evil glare. Soon they had been serviced with six shots.

"Teddy, it's way too early to be passed out," Callie declared, smacking the head of the other woman. She instantly woke up, rubbing the spot Callie had hit.

"Shit Callie, take it easy," she grumbled. Callie silently passed them the tray of shots and each of them grabbed two. They downed them quickly and Addison moved to stand, swaying dangerously.

"I am so going to make out with Joe tonight," she declared. Callie laughed at her friend.

"Addy, the man is gay," she said, "you are most definitely not his type."

"What, are you saying I don't look manly enough to hook up with a gay man?" Addison questioned, raising her eyebrows.

"Uh, yes. You're lacking a very important thing if you want to get a gay guy to like you," Teddy interjected, "like, a penis."

"This is so not fair," Addison huffed, getting back in her seat, "Joe is way hot."

"Guys!" Teddy grinned, "I have an idea!"

Before the others could ask her what it was, she had stood up and left the booth. Callie and Addison got up to follow her, curious as to what Teddy would do. She walked to the large Christmas tree Joe had put up in the corner of the place, the others stumbling behind her. She grabbed a hold of the branches and tried to climb it.

"Guys!" she shouted happily, the tree swaying beneath her, "I'm an ornament!"

Callie and Addison gaped at her, looks of wonder upon their faces. Suddenly, the tree started leaning towards them. They stepped back just in time for the tree to fall over completely, Teddy now lying beneath it. All three of them burst into hysterical laughter, unaware that everyone's eyes were on them.

"That's it ladies," Joe shouted, running towards them, "you need to get out. Go home before you hurt anyone."

"Joe," Addison said in a sing-song voice, "can I do anything to convince you to let us stay?"

The redhead grabbed him by the collar and leaned in, nibbling at his earlobe. He quickly pushed her away, earning a hurt look from her.

"You guys are too drunk for your own good," he said, shaking his head in disbelief, "and you need to leave."

He picked the tree up from Teddy who immediately rose to her feet, still flat with laughter. Callie was doubled over, partly from Teddy's accident, partly from Addison's rejection. Joe grabbed Callie and Addison, leading them towards the door. Teddy followed closely behind, too drunk to process what was happening.

"No tips for him," Callie grumbled as he closed the door behind them, leaving them in the cold wind of the night.

"Preach," Addison agreed. Teddy giggled and stepped further away from the door.

"We should make snow angels," she said. With that, she threw herself down in the snow, kicking her legs and arms around happily. The other soon joined her after a brief moment. All three ignored the cold snow seeping through their clothes, soaking them in ice-cold water.

"Callie," a voice burst through the foggy haze that was Callie's mind, "Callie."

Callie groaned in response, unable to form any words. She could hear a chuckle somewhere above her and it made her cringe.

"You good to get up Torres?" a familiar voice asked. Callie carefully opened her eyes, groaning once more at the bright light that hit her.

"Where am I?" she croaked.

"You're on my coach, and I'd like it if you would get your drunk ass off of it," the same voice answered jokingly.

"Mark?" Callie questioned.

"Yep."

"And Lexie," a chipper female voice said. Callie cringed visibly at the high-pitched sound. It felt like a bunch of builders was drilling on the inside of her skull. Her mouth was dry and her eyes itchy. Then she realized that she was freezing, her clothes sticking to her body. She opened her eyes wider; slowly getting her eyes used to the light, and spotted the faces of Mark and Lexie right above her.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You came to my apartment in the middle of the night, drunk of your ass and soaked to the bone, saying you couldn't find the key to your own apartment," Mark explained, grinning down at his friend, "the key that you were most likely just to hammered to get out of your pocket."

"You interrupted a pretty good night," Lexie chimed in, "we were-"

"I don't need to know."

"…playing trivial pursuit," Lexie finished.

"Oh."

"Yeah, so, you might want to get out of here and change your clothes before you get hypothermia," Mark said, helping Callie slowly sit up. The carpet below her seemed to start spinning furiously, causing a wave of nausea to hit her full-force. Mark saw the telltale look on her face and immediately motioned for Lexie.

"Lexie, go grab a bucket. Quick," he said, rubbing Callie's back soothingly. Lexie was back by his side in a matter of seconds, handing him a bucket from the kitchen. He gave it to Callie and turned away as she emptied her stomach. Lexie shot him an apologetic look and left the room. When Callie finally stopped retching, Mark dared to turn around.

"Oh god," Callie groaned, closing her eyes, "I feel like shit."

"You look like it too," Mark grinned, moving out of range as Callie raised her hand to smack him. Callie sighed deeply, motioning for him to help her get up. He did and sent a silent thank you to the heavens when it did not upset her stomach further. They made their way towards the hall, Callie barely doing any of the work as she was basically letting Mark carry her whole weight. He grumbled but she chose to ignore it, her hung-over mind not able to form proper responses anyways. Once in the hallway Mark smiled sheepishly before searching through Callie's pockets, trying to find the key to her apartment. Thankfully it didn't take him long and they were soon safe in Callie's home. Mark helped her get to her bed where she collapsed, mumbling a quiet "thank you".

"You're welcome," Mark replied, "now get some sleep. You're going to be saving lives in a few hours."

Callie's only response was a muffled string of swear words.

Author Note 2. - Look at you, you made it to the end of chapter one! That's freaking awesome. If you enjoyed what's been written so far, feel free to leave a review to let me know. Also, it would be greatly appreciated if you told me what was good, and what wasn't.

Bye-yeh! - Helene