Mark sighed as he took a seat at the bar. Joe acknowledged his presence and immediately went to pour him a scotch. Mark slipped his leather jacket on the back of the stool and let out a long sigh.

With Addison gone, he had hoped to renew his friendship with Derek, but that wasn't working out so well. Derek seemed to blame his former best friend for Addison's departure. Not that Derek wanted her back, but rather he knew she was the best Neo-Natal surgeon in the country, and if he were to become chief, it would look pretty damn good to have the top doctors in the country on his staff.

Apparently Derek hadn't gotten the memo about Karev. Mark thought bitterly as he sipped his drink and gave a nod of thanks to Joe.

"Joe can I have tequila - make that two."

Mark cocked his head to see Cristina Yang a few stools down. He gave her a smirk, which she promptly returned with a glare, "Why are you still in Seattle?"

Mark rolled his eyes, "Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon," he grunted bitterly diverting his attention to the basket of peanuts in front of him.

"Come on- keep it clean, above the belt punches only…" Joe warned handing Cristina her drinks with a sad smile.

Cristina downed her shots and approached the plastic surgeon, "You're making my life hell."

Mark eyed her skeptically, "How is that possible. I don't even speak to you."

"Yes well, Derek is miserable …which makes Meredith a basket case, and because I'm her person I have to listen to her gripe about Derek and She-Shepherd."

"And how does this affect me?" Mark asked.

"Because you're the reason She-Shepherd left…therefore, you're the reason I can't sleep at night."

Mark's ears perked as he stared at her with a smug grin, "Oh really?"

Cristina rolled her eyes, "Oh shut up. I've got my own problems and I can't afford to be Meredith's help hotline at all hours of the night. So, why don't you just whisk back to New York, so Addison can return from L.A. and life will be swell again," she replied signaling to Joe for another round of shots.

Mark raised his brow, "Sounds like a great plan, except for one thing… I'm not the reason Addison left."

Cristina ignored him, "Whatever... Joeeeeeeee," she whined holding up her empty glass.

Joe approached the two doctors, handed Cristina another shot and filled Mark's glass.

Mark hesitantly offered her the stool beside him, "Care to take a seat, Yang?"

Cristina glared at him, as she did with most men lately. Realizing there were no other seats in an already crowed bar she reluctantly agreed, "Fine, but I don't want to talk to you- and I don't give a rats ass what you have to say, if anything, to me."

Mark stared at her with a grin, he couldn't have hoped for anything better. A woman who preferred to drink and wallow in silence. "You know Yang, you're not half bad-

"Uh you're still talking." Cristina interjected.

Mark closed his mouth, clanked his glass against hers before downing the last of his scotch as she finished off her 4th shot.