Jackson sat at one end of Alex's new couch, nursing a beer with his feet stretched out to rest on one of the numerous cardboard boxes littering the living room floor.
"Seriously, you still have no furniture?"
Alex wandered into the room and sat down next to him.
"I have furniture...I have a couch," he grumbled, grabbing a beer from the six pack that was perched on top of yet another cardboard box between them.
"Sorry, my bad. You have no furniture except for this extremely feminine looking couch that your girlfriend bought you," he joked, smirking as he mentally congratulated himself for teasing Alex, "...it's comfortable though...you know, for a girly couch."
"It's not a girly couch, it's...I dunno, modern," he replied, pulling his own feet up to lie on a box marked 'clothes n shit' that had yet to make it's way to Alex's bedroom, "...and she's not my girlfriend."
"Of course she isn't. She just buys you a couch, goes out drinking with you and sleeps over because of your startling personality. You're obviously sleeping with her. And if you're not, you're thinking about it."
Alex frowned and stared at Jackson.
"She bought me the couch because she didn't want to sleep on the floor. It was completely self-serving on her part."
Jackson laughed and took another swig of his beer.
"You're clueless Karev. It's the fact she's staying here in the first place."
"It's not like it happens every night and I only let it happen because I'm not entirely convinced she's not still living in her car."
"Living in her car?"
Alex froze but managed to swallow the beer lodged in his throat before shaking his head to dismiss what he had just let slip.
"Nothing, it's a long story. Besides I'm a home owner now. I'm done sleeping with interns."
"You only stopped when Callie told you to and because you're scared of her."
"At least I'm not..." he paused to swig on his beer bottle and for dramatic effect, "...banging an intern to get over my ex."
"I'm not bang...sleeping with Stephanie to get over April. I like Stephanie."
"No, you like that she's half-way competent and is just slutty enough to sleep with you in your car..." he smirked, feeling Jackson's eyes burning a hole in the side of his head before turning to see his friend's eyebrows almost reach his hairline, "...oh, did you think nobody knew about that? Jo told me everything last week. At least the only person April would blab to is God."
Jackson groaned and took a long drink of beer, contemplating the entire situation.
"This is unacceptable...I'm basically you six months ago."
"Hey, if the interns are so quick to give it up, it's no bad thing!"
"Ok, see there it is...there must be something going on between you and Wilson. You clearly can't resist the lure of the intern, yet somehow you haven't made a move on Jo, who by all accounts, is one of the least annoying ones."
"Is it really so hard to believe I grew out of that?"
"Yes."
Feeling cornered and not wanting to get into a deeper conversation over his friendship with Jo, Alex tried a swift change of subject.
"You know, as much as I fully support the Attending's right to screw a consenting intern, I don't get why you would bang Edwards over fixing things with Kepner. Kepner might be weird but it makes way more sense than you and Edwards."
Falling into Alex's diversion, Jackson sighed and shook his head.
"It's...complicated."
"No it's not. You thought you knocked her up, you proposed a shot gun marriage and in the process, completely freaked her out into thinking that the only reason you were doing it was because you thought it was the right thing to do instead of actually asking her what it was she wanted."
"Just...shut up. It's none of your business."
"Alright, alright, I'll shut my trap, but just for the record, you're an idiot."
Jackson turned to look at Alex but instead of retaliating, he finished his beer and pulled out another bottle with a sigh.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Must be a sign of the apocalypse or somethin."
Just then the front door opened and Jo stumbled through it holding a bottle of liquor.
"Hey guys...look what I brought, tequila!"
Jo shuffled into the den doing an awkward drunken dance before sitting herself on the floor, raising Jackson's eyebrows once again.
"She has a key."
Alex frowned and glared at him, before repeating his friend's earlier comment, "Just...shut up."