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The rest of the week went by rather quickly, which Meredith appreciated. Friday night George talked Meredith and Christina into going out to dinner with him and Olivia in town and then they had a movie and margarita fest in his room. His roommate ended up dropping out of college due to family issues, so George now had a "dingle" (a double room with a single occupant.) After many batches of margaritas, the four of them were significantly wasted. As soon as Christina and Meredith stumbled across the hall to their room, they passed out.

Meredith woke up Saturday morning, shortly after 11am, with a massive hangover. She grabbed her head as she slowly sat up and coaxed herself off her bed and over to her dresser. She pulled out the bottle of aspirin from her medicine cabinet and took two while she downed a bottle of water in an attempt to re-hydrate her body. She heard a moan and looked over at Christina who was starting to wake up. Meredith walked over and handed her a bottle of water and aspirin. "Here, this helps."

"Ugh…stop yelling."

"I'm not," Meredith whispered. "You're just really hungover."

"Bite me. So are you."

"True." Meredith sat back down on her bed and laid down, hoping her headache would go away.

"Ugh, I'm starving, want to go to breakfast?" Christina asked as she finally emerged from under the covers, still wearing the jeans and tank top she had on the night before.

"Hell yeah." Meredith got up, grabbed her ID and room key, and followed Christina out the door and down to the dining hall.

Christina and Meredith sat down at a table and were quickly joined by a exhausted Olivia and George. "Hey guys," they said as they sat down.

"Morning. Anyone else feel like they want to crawl in a hole and die?" Olivia asked.

"You have no idea." Christina answered.

"That's why I love tequila. You guys are amateurs, though," Meredith said. She had her vast experience with tequila shots and tequila beverages of all sorts, so her body knew how to process it well.

"You're not hungover?" George asked Meredith doubtfully.

"I am, well I was. Two aspirins and a bottle of water later and I'm good to go."

"I hate you," Olivia said and Meredith laughed.

"So what are you guys up to tonight?" George asked.

"Not drinking," Christina said. Everyone laughed and nodded in agreement. "I need a night off from that."

"As far as I know there aren't any parties on campus tonight. One of the frats got busted last weekend and is in danger of losing their charter, so all of them are a little hesitant to throw big parties," Olivia said. Her older brother was the President of the Inter-Fraternity Council at Dartmouth and had warned her to be careful since the IFC would be patrolling frat parties and handing out citations to underage drinkers.

"Wow that sucks," Meredith said.

"Well I definitely want to do something. I just had a huge organic chem test yesterday, and I want to relax," George said.

"Definitely. What if we went to a bar or something and just hung out, or went bowling or something," Christina suggested. "Or we could have another movie night, and just not drink an entire handle of tequila."

George looked at Olivia and she nodded. "That works for us, you in Mer?"

"Uh, actually, I can't."

"What? Why?" Christina asked.

"I uh…ha ha, um, I have a date," Meredith answered after much hesitation.

"You what?" Christina asked, shocked, and kind of appalled that her roommate and best friend at school hadn't mentioned this yet.

"Yeah. It's not really a big deal," Meredith hoped she wasn't blushing, since in reality it was a huge deal and she had been looking forward to it all week.

"With who?" George asked.

Meredith thought for a moment. "No one you know. Just a guy from one of my classes."

Christina looked disappointed. "So does this mean I don't get to make fun of you anymore in chem lab about you-know-who?"

"I guess so."

"Who's 'you-know-who'" George asked.

"Well I guess there's no harm in telling him now," Christina said, smirking at Meredith.

"Christina, no."

"Fine, but you're no fun," Christina said as she went back to eating her Belgian waffle. "Do I at least get to meet the guy?"

"No. At least not tonight, anyway."

"Do I need to find someplace else to sleep tonight?" Christina asked. "I don't want to come back home to see 'DND' on the door and not have a backup plan."

"You should be fine—that won't be an issue." Meredith seemed to be trying to convince herself more than Christina that this was the case. She knew that they were getting to that point where she would inevitably sleep with him again whether she wanted to or not—and she wanted to. She was falling for him, even though everything in her head told her not to.