I couldn't help myself, I just had to update. :P Glad you like.

Chapter Two

Izzie knew that when Addison had asked her to go to Joe's, as a way of saying 'screw this holiday', that she should have said no. After all, she knew the whole thing had bad written all over it. First of all, she was the reason Meredith set about being depressed for the better part of her internship, and second of all, she was the boss, and Izzie felt strange telling herself that she was going drinking with her boss.

But it's the exact moment, when she's leading Addison to her front door that she realizes, that although it may have been a bad idea, she really couldn't care less. All she cared about was the fact that Addison now had one of her fingers wrapped in one of her belt loops as she desperately tried to find the right key to unlock the door. The both of them were laughing, although neither knew the real reason why, it could be because it was the third time Izzie had used the wrong key, or because they were both too drunk to even know what they were laughing about in the first place.

Their get-together at Joe's hadn't been as uncomfortable as Izzie had thought it would be. They even shared a couple of laughs, and Izzie came to understand that Addison had a pretty good sense of humor. She also came to realize that under the right lighting, Addison wasn't half bad to look at … okay she was a knock-out, but only a hundred percent of the time.

There was a small amount of accomplishment when Izzie found the right key, which allowed her to finally open the door. Because they had both been using the door as a support, when Izzie turned the handle, it swung open quickly and hit the wall with a loud thud. They both shushed each other, which was followed by a string of drunken giggles.

"Meredith!" Izzie called out, hoping to god that she wasn't home. No one replied so she figured George must've still been out as well.

Score.

"So, this is where Dr. Izzie Stevens does her famous muffin baking?" Addison asked as she walked, or tried to walk, through the living room and into the kitchen, marveling the empty bowls that had left over batter in them. "Your muffins actually go really well with alcohol, strange enough." She said, running a finger around the counter as she glanced about the kitchen.

"Yeah, I love baking. I was actually thinking of opening my own pastry shop when Denny…" Izzie's voice trailed and Addison turned around only to find a look of pain wash over her face. Her drunken state was wearing off a bit as she thought of her dead fiancé.

"You know what you need?" Addison asked, her drunken state still fully intact. "Tequila, lots and lots of tequila. Do you have any?"

Izzie looked at her skeptically, giving her a small smile. She was grateful that she finally found someone whom she could share her night with, and who also made it easier for her to forget the things that made her miserable. Smiling, she replied, "This is Meredith's house after all, and she does love her tequila."

Addison made a face, one Izzie could only guess was one of disgust, and then said, "Right. Then I think I'll pass on the tequila. What else do you have?"

Izzie started to rummage through the fridge and called out, "I think what we don't have would be a shorter list." as she started to pull out the many cans and bottles of alcohol. Meredith had decided on stocking up, only because it made the one-night stands easier to cope with the next night. Although those escapades had ended some time ago, there was still a large amount of beer left over. Addison quickly grabbed one and opened the fresh can with a snap of her finger and then brought the refreshing drink to her lips, downing its contents.

"You know, I both love and hate this holiday." Addison explained, after having finished almost the entire can. "I hate being alone, but it's yet another reason to get really gloriously drunk."

Izzie stopped pulling bottles from the fridge and met her eye. "Gloriously drunk huh? I prefer to think of it as sloppily intoxicated." Standing, she grabbed the nearest bottle and readied herself for getting as hammered as Addison had already appeared to be.

"Mmhmm," She argues and then pulled the second can she was working on away from her lips to explain, "I have to put the positive spin on it so … so that I won't feel as bad when I wake up the next morning."

Izzie smiled, agreeing with that statement. "Cheers to that." She said, holding up her bottle for Addison to meet her halfway. Addison returned the smile and clanked her can against Izzie's bottle meanwhile spilling some of the beer onto the floor.

"I'll-I'll get that." She said as she bent down on shaky knees to wipe it up, with what, Izzie had no idea, but that didn't stop her. Izzie watched as one of her heels gave way from under her, causing her to fall to the floor. The two started laughing and soon Izzie was on the floor next to her. Suddenly the laughter died down and the two were left staring at each other as silence filled the room.

Izzie thinks that she might have moved in first, but who knows? One moment they're staring at each other and next their hands are in each other's hair and their lips meet in for an intense kiss. Their hands traveled furiously through each other's hair and Izzie had to suddenly pull apart to ask, "Is it weird that this isn't weird?"

She looked at Izzie through her disheveled hair, and shook her head, "Yes, but refresh my mind as to why it isn't." she replied and once again her lips covered Izzie's and Izzie could taste a hint of alcohol on her tongue as it slid into her mouth.