(An: thanks for all the reviews! Oh and this is just Mer's decision about going with Mark, the Ball will be next chapter or the chapter after!)
Chapter 7: Masks and Mark
"Wait a minute, Mark Sloan asked you to the Masquerade Ball?" Cristina asked for like the 40th time.
"Yes," Meredith said, downing a shot of Tequila.
It was the night before the Masquerade Ball, and Cristina and Meredith were at Joe's after their shift ended. They were talking about Mark inviting Meredith to the Ball, and whether or not she would go with him.
"And are you going?" Cristina asked.
"I already told you, no I'm not! Besides, he's got Dr. Hahn to go with," Meredith said.
Cristina snarled at Dr. Hahn's name, imagining her and Izzie doing some exciting surgery together. Stupid Hahn, telling Cristina Yang what to do. No one told Cristina Yang what to do.
"You think Derek would get jealous? After all, Mark is his friend," Cristina said.
"I'm not worried about Derek or the Ball or Mark or Rose," Meredith said, taking another shot of Tequila.
"Whatever," Cristina said, as Izzie Stevens sat next to Meredith.
"So, what'd I miss?" Izzie said, smiling.
"Oh, nothing Barbie, except Mark asked Meredith to the Masquerade Ball," Cristina said.
"Cristina!" Meredith whispered.
"Mark Sloan?" Izzie asked, still smiling.
"Yes, but I'm even going to the Ball, let alone with Mark," Meredith said, exasperated by Izzie and Cristina.
"But Mer, that's wonderful! We can go together! Ooh and we can make masks and…" Meredith cut off Izzie's plans.
"No," she said.
Izzie left, telling Meredith and Cristina she needed to work on masks with George. After many shots of Tequila, Meredith decided to go too, but not before someone stopped her at the door.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite Dirty Mistress," Mark smiled, opening the door.
"What about Hahn?" Meredith asked, immediately.
"What?" Mark was actually confused.
"What about Hahn, why didn't you invite her to the Ball? Why did you have to invite me?" Meredith tore into him, while Cristina and Joe watched from the Bar.
"Well…Hahn sort of… rejected me," Mark admitted, looking embarrassed.
"Good," Meredith said, walking off.
"Don't you want me to drive you home?" Mark said, giving Meredith the "McSteamy Face".
"I've got Cristina," Meredith said shortly.
Cristina and Meredith walked out of the Bar, and Cristina drove Meredith home.
Meredith couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened between her and Mark in the Bar, as she walked up to her front door. She didn't know why she was thinking about him, its not like she was actually going with him anyway.
"Hey Mer! We're making masks, see?" Izzie said excitedly, holding up a mask.
Meredith watched over the scene from the front door. George and Izzie were on the living room floor making masks for the Masquerade Ball. Izzie was making a cat, and George was making a tiger.
"Hey Meredith," George said, smiling.
"Hey," Meredith said, crashing onto the couch.
"So, decide to go to the Ball with Mark yet?" Izzie said, from the oven where she was making a cake.
"Mark Sloan?" George asked.
"Yes," Meredith said, she was tired of people asking if Mark had asked her to the Ball.
"No, Izzie, he'll just have to go alone," Meredith said, half-smiling at the thought of Mark Sloan going to the Masquerade Ball by himself.
"What about Hahn?" Izzie said icing her cake.
Izzie was making a red velvet double layered cake with black frosting. After all baking was her specialty and Rose had asked her to make a cake for the Ball.
"Hahn dumped him," Meredith said.
"Really?" George asked.
"Yes," Meredith said, to both George and Izzie, who couldn't believe it as well.
"So, that's why Mark invited you to the Ball?" George asked.
"Yes," Meredith said, an edge in her voice, she was tired of answering questions about Mark, the Ball, and Mark inviting her to the Ball.
"And she should go with him," Izzie said to George.
Meredith knew Izzie really wanted her to go to the Ball. But the Masquerade Ball was going to require her dressing up, and Meredith Grey did not typically dress up. She thought about what she was going to wear to the Ball as Izzie finished icing her cake, but then thought that thinking about it was stupid. She wasn't going to the Ball and that was it. Rose and Derek were going, she knew that, and that made her want to go to the Ball, to see them together, and maybe Derek would want Meredith back.
"Meredith?" Izzie asked, sitting back on the floor to work on masks with George.
Meredith snapped out of her thoughts of Derek wanting her back, it would never happen, at least not with that Nurse around.
"Fine," Meredith said, sighing.
"Fine what?" Izzie asked.
"I'll go to the Masquerade thing with Mark or whatever," Meredith said.
"Good for you Mer," Izzie said, beaming.
It was now 10:00pm, and Meredith was exhausted. So, she decided to go to bed.
"I'm going to bed," Meredith said, rolling her eyes at Izzie who was beaming at her.
"We'll make you a mask!" Izzie called up to Meredith, who was now halfway up the stairs.
Meredith walked up the stairs, thinking about tomorrow, she had to work, so she would have to tell Mark she was going to the Masquerade Ball with him. Great, she thought. Stupid Izzie. Stupid Derek. Stupid Rose. Stupid Mark. It was all their fault for making her go the Ball.
