AN: Just caught up on Thursday's episode and dammit, I kind of like Penny lol. Aside from the fact that I cringed during the bench scene. I'm not saying this because I ship Calzona, but I honestly don't think they visually fit together, just my opinion. Hopefully Jackson and April make more progress, and I'm interested to learn more about Nathan. But anyways, excited to see Arizona back in the dating scene next week, and wondering who her wingman is.

Still contemplating writing intimate scenes. I want to, but it's something that I've never done before, so I'm a bit nervous to write it. But I'll get there, just bear with me. I know how frustrating it is to read stories and wait and wait for those parts lol.

So I hope you all enjoy. I would've posted it sooner but life has been hectic. In the past week I received a promotion, took a little vacation, and got engaged, so I'm kind all over the place.

Take a few minutes, this is a bit of a long one. It was longer, but I decided last minute to cut it in half and next chapter will be kind of a part 2 to this one.


It was quiet, certainly too quiet.

Quite frankly the only thing that could definitely be heard was the clock ticking by slowly but surely on the wall. Leather chairs squeaked with every uncomfortable shift. Jackson cleared his throat. Amelia cracked her knuckles. Meredith stared absently at the table in front of her. Callie stared at the spot on the wall just to the right of Maggie's ear. Arizona didn't like quiet. It reminded her too much of home. Her first home.

When her and Tim used to get in trouble, or their dad was having one of his episodes, the house was quiet. There was some movement, quiet words exchanged at the dinner table, but for the most part, it was dead silent. The Colonel would sit in his den with a two finger serving of scotch and try to fight the demons that wormed their way into his soul deployment after deployment. Their mother wandered all over the house, picking and cleaning at things that were better left alone, waiting out the storm before she got her husband back. The siblings would retire to their rooms, staring at the ceiling side by side and wondering why the world existed the way that it did.

The second place she considered home had been that way too at one point. Although Arizona didn't resort to alcohol, she had spent a long time, in a hospital bed, quenching down insufferable anger towards her wife. She cried and threw things in anguish over what she had lost. So there wasn't silence all the time, but there was certainly enough. Callie would take care of Sofia while Arizona stared aimlessly at nothing. Sofia went to bed. Callie went next door to Mark's, and Arizona remained awake, staring at her ceiling and wondering once again why the world existed the way that it did.

So she didn't like quiet so much, which was why she was now resorting to a catchy Taylor Swift song that had been stuck in her head since this morning to escape the awkwardness of the room. Her head hurt and it was all too much. But she could have had it worse.

The scheduled head of department meeting at started roughly 12 minutes ago. All the doctors were prompt and on time, lab coats on, pagers ready to go, and hands definitely itching for a scalpel and blood.

Coffee and pastries were scattered on the long table against the wall, untouched. The blonde wanted to grab some, coffee and doughnuts sounded pretty good right about now. But she didn't even want to move, she couldn't.

Arizona could count a dozen things off the top of her head that required some attention, including budget updates, incoming fellowship resumes, and equipment deliveries that were due to arrive by the end of the week. There were numerous high priority surgeries scheduled the next 3 days, requiring a high body count of surgeons and specialists. But yet...no one said a word.

What could they say, really?

Bailey sat at the head of the table, inspecting each and every face seated before her. This was not how she planned on starting her tenure as Chief of Surgery. Every fear, every worry that ran across her mind before getting the position had somehow come to life at the drop of a hat. She glanced again at Meredith, who looked calm to anyone else, but to the doctors in the room knew she was anything but.

Amelia was practically humming in her seat, and Torres didn't know where the hell to look. Pierce was doing what looked like a pee dance in her chair, and Robbins was moving her head subtlety to a beat that wasn't playing.

Bailey sighed, "Okay, let's begin…"

Callie's direction had moved finally, this time to the sheafs of paper in Bailey's hand. Her phone was steadily vibrating in her pocket every 5 minutes and she was expecting a slap to the face any minute by either woman seated beside her.

The other shoe had dropped. This was no new thing for her. If she thought back long enough, this had been the one consistent rule of her life. The other shoe always dropped, usually right on her head.

She grasped at her waistband, checking her pager who had decided at this very moment to go off. The other occupants of the table turned to her. She held the device in her hand, reading the page before looking up at the Chief. Bailey sighed again before nodding.

"I'll fill you in later, Torres." The Latina shot a grateful smile and stood up, practically running towards the door that would take her out of that horror show.

Arizona didn't grab her doughnut until 15 minutes later. Setting a French crueler and a cheese Danish onto a little plastic plate, she made her way to the coffee. Some surgeons surrounded the table with her, while others stood in different parts of the room talking to each other. She glanced towards Bailey, who was in a calm but somewhat tense conversation with Meredith.

Amelia walked into her line of vision, grabbing a Styrofoam cup from the stack. She used excess force to press on the dispenser, silently watching the hot liquid fall into her cup.

"Doughnut?" Arizona asked meekly, lifting the platter of baked goods.

The neurosurgeon gave her a look, before smirking and grabbing a jelly doughnut from the spread, "Thanks."

"Yep," the blonde answered, watching the other woman cautiously. "I know this might sound like a really dumb question...but are you okay?"

"Considering the fact that I'm praying for this coffee to turn into whiskey, probably not so good," she answered, taking a long sip from her cup.

"Probably not…" She struggled for a moment. "Are you and Meredith not talking?" Amelia shrugged before pulling out a chair from behind her, Arizona following her lead, but not before grabbing the plate of doughnuts.

"We're talking…just not about that."

"No one's talking about that."

"I'm considering that a good thing," Amelia nicked at the lip of her cup in concentration before looking up. "How am I supposed to work here, with that fucking woman who killed my brother?"

For as far back as she could remember, Amelia Shepherd was loud, almost too loud. She was brash and cocky and a plethora of other things. She was crazy and free and talented…she was like a wild horse that just couldn't be tamed. Arizona remembered a lot of things about Amelia Shepherd, but not once did she ever remember hearing the smallness in her voice like she did now.

Arizona sighed, "I could give you a generic answer, but I honestly don't know."

"I keep on wondering if this is some sick joke from God, that somehow I might find a way to forgive her and let go. But I can't forgive her just because her and a team of doctors were too stupid to do their jobs."

"Maybe you won't forgive her," the blonde said, "Maybe you will. But the best thing for you to do right now is to keep on being a great surgeon. And you need to work things out with Meredith."

"Me and Mer can get past this. Me and…Penny, on the other hand, not so sure," Amelia stated, taking a large bite out of her doughnut. "And Mer and Callie, not so sure about that either."

"Callie obviously had no idea," the blonde said, "Meredith has to know that."

"She knows that…but since Torres is still probably with her…"

"Yeah," Arizona nodded, "that might be a problem." The two women stood up from their chairs, refilling their coffee cups and throwing their trash away. They both shot one last glance at Meredith, who was still talking to Bailey, who looked like she was trying to calm the other woman down.

"No offense to your ex-wife, but I can't believe her. How can you even lay down in bed with someone that incompetent?" Amelia said. Arizona winced. She tried to make it a point to not think about Callie with anyone, let alone in bed with someone.

"Like I said, their relationship formed before she even knew about this. She had no idea. It's not her fault, Amelia."

"I know it's not her fault, but what is her fault is the fact that now she knows, and instead of maybe, I don't know, being considerate of her friendship with Mer, she's going to be gallivanting around the hospital with her."

"Callie's not like that. I'm sure her and Meredith can work it out."

"Could you work it out?" Amelia asked, hitting the button to the elevator. The doors opened immediate and the two stepped in.

The answer was…probably not any time soon. A few hours ago and Arizona was just as confused and shocked as the next person. But after her buzz had worn off she found herself feeling quite sorry for everybody else instead of herself.

She honestly thought Penny was great. Callie seemed really happy from what she could remember. Her brain was a little hazy with all the wine and minimal food at the time. Arizona had felt bad for both women.

"Okay, I'm not discounting anything that happened the other night, but Penny works here now. She is officially a resident at Grey Sloan, and it's our job to teach her what we know and make her better. Better than what she was that night."

Amelia huffed, scuffing her foot along the linoleum. She looked up desperately, "What if I can't?"

The blonde tilted her head in sympathy, "It doesn't feel like it now, but you can. You're stronger than this, don't let it consume you. And if for some reason you really feel like you can't, come find me." The two walked out of the elevator and to the nurses station. It was the least she could do since everyone was probably feeling a lot worse than she did about who Callie was dating.

From what she had seen Owen had become someone special to the other woman. Of course she could confide in him, but Arizona thought it couldn't hurt to leave her door open for the other woman as well. As opposite as her and Amelia Shepherd would seem, in all actuality, they weren't that different at all.

She knew what it was like to lose a brother; to feel absolutely helpless. Tim had died because there weren't enough doctors. Derek had died because there weren't good enough doctors. Arizona liked to think that if she would've been there, her brother would still be alive, and she knew that Amelia would forever feel the same way. But Arizona couldn't save her brother, or Nick; and Amelia couldn't have saved Derek.

"I might come find you a lot then," Amelia grumbled, reaching for a tablet to go over her schedule for the day.

"That's fine," Arizona answered simply. "Then I will be there to remind you to keep your head on straight, otherwise Natalie will really steal your thunder and become head of your department and then you'll be only the second hottest neurosurgeon in the building," she joked, scrolling through her emails on her phone.

Amelia glanced up from her tablet, eyebrow raised, "So I'm currently the hottest neurosurgeon in your mind?" There she was.

Arizona smirked, tapping her friend on the shoulder before heading towards the lounge, "I'll let you think that."

"Woah hold on," the brunette exclaimed, jogging to keep up with the blonde, "So am I? I don't think your girlfriend would appreciate that comment."

"I was trying to make you feel better, but now I'm seriously regretting it. And she's not my-fuck I don't know what she is. We haven't talked about it." Thankfully the lounge was empty. Arizona needed a moment to chug a ferocious amount of water and pop an ibuprofen. There were too many thoughts percolating in her head, and she had a strong urge to track down Callie and make sure she was okay. She also had a phone call scheduled with Herman in 20 minutes and a preemie with its heart literally halfway out its chest to operate on in an hour.

"Oh come on, I won't say anything," Amelia teased. She leaned forward slightly, "Don't think I forgot about that one time."

THUD.

Arizona turned slowly, meeting clever eyes and a sly smirk, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Dr. Robbins, have you turned into a prude in your old age?"

"Okay seriously, you did not just call me old?!" she groaned, smacking the other woman on the arm.

Amelia cackled, "Fine, play dumb. But you and I both know that secrets don't stay secrets for long around here."

"What kind of secrets are you guys talking about?" Natalie asked, breezing through the lounge straight to the coffee maker. Arizona glared at the head of neuro, silently demanding no response from the woman.

Amelia chucked, "Oh nothing important really. I'm sure you'll find out soon enough."

"Dr. Shepherd don't you have surgery soon or…something?" the blonde offered sweetly. Amelia shrugged.

"Dr. Castro, are you going to let me in an OR today or what?"

Natalie chuckled, pouring cream and sugar into her cup, "OR 4 has your name all over it."

Amelia winked at the blonde, "I'm on it. See you guys later."

Arizona grinned, "She's great, huh?" Natalie laughed and nodded, taking a sip from her hot beverage.

"Well she's looking better than when I saw her earlier. I take it the dinner party didn't go too well?"

The blonde narrowed her eyes playfully, "That's sweet of you to act like you didn't hear all about it."

"Well," she trailed, walking closer, "I'd much rather hear it from you."

Arizona sighed and plopped down onto the couch, Natalie taking a seat next to her. "Well it wasn't good. Callie brought her new girlfriend, who ended up being on the team of doctors who operated on Derek. Aaannd Penny, the girlfriend, is now a resident here."

Natalie whistled, "Wow, that's terrible. How are you feeling about it?" She turned to face her on the couch.

The blonde shrugged, "I'm just worried about everyone else."

"Well it must be weird for you, having to teach and work with Dr. Torres' girlfriend?" Now usually when a question like this comes up, Arizona would anticipate insecurity or jealousy on another woman's part. But not this one. It was almost ridiculous how cool and understanding Natalie could be. The brunette would do or say pretty much the right thing all the time, it made Arizona want to jump up and down; asking the universe how the heck someone like this existed.

"Penny's nice, at least drunk me thought she was great," she chuckled. "I wish you would've been there though," she added sweetly. Natalie grinned, glancing at the door briefly before leaning forward. Arizona smiled against her lips, running her hand up the other woman's leg. It was usually around now that she would wonder why she had not engaged in the horizontal tango with the brunette yet. Her libido wasn't the problem, that was definitely awake and kicking. It was the over processing mind of hers that would not let her move forward.

A few moments later she felt a hand grasp at the back of her head and a warm tongue enter her mouth. Arizona groaned as she continued to massage Natalie's thigh.

God just do it already!

Now if she could just move her hand a little higher…

BEEPBEEPBEEP

Arizona huffed, pulling away and glancing at her pager. Her eyes narrowed. The blonde definitely had to take this emergency…or whatever it was. She looked up apologetically.

"Sorry, 911. I'll come find you later?" She was already up from the couch and quickly made her way to the door.

Natalie nodded, "Yeah, that's fine. Are we still on for the movies tonight?"

Arizona winked, "Duh."

##

Callie exhaled loudly, sending off one last text to Penny before tossing the phone onto the bed. She continued pacing, running her hands furiously through her dark locks.

How did her life manage to turn upside down…AGAIN? It was almost laughable, although a bitter one. She was literally at a loss as of what to do. She had Penny on one side, her girlfriend. Since the dinner party Callie had been at a loss. There were a mixture of feelings stewing within her. How could Penny think that she wouldn't ever see Meredith Grey? Yes, Grey Sloan was a huge hospital, but on the surgical wing, you knew who everybody was.

And why didn't Penny mention anything? That was even more puzzling. She didn't doubt the other woman's guilt; Callie saw how awful she felt about Derek's death. The Latina felt even worse. She had gone into the dinner party practically blind, and now she was stuck with a girlfriend who kept a huge secret from her so soon into the relationship and a very old dear friend who had closed her bedroom door on her and could barely look her in the eye.

Callie could find it in her heart to forgive Penny and put this past them, she knew she could. She felt like they had a good foundation and could work through it. She could forgive her. That was just the kind of person she was, and the brunette had forgiven worse in the past. But right now she didn't know how long it would take to salvage her friendship with Meredith. She didn't even know where to start. What could she even say to her?

Hey I'm sorry that I'm seeing the woman who couldn't save your husband's life, but would it be okay if she came with us to Joe's after work?

She snorted. Yeah that probably wouldn't work out for her.

And then there was Amelia. Her friendship wasn't as seasoned with the neurosurgeon, but the look of anguish and resentment in her eyes had been enough to make her feel like crap. That was another situation entirely that she would have to try to rectify.

This was just not fair, and Callie didn't even know where to begin to fix it.

So this led her to pacing in an on call room after her emergency consult. Turns out it wasn't an emergency at all, and now she was hiding out before her next surgery. It had been absolute torture sitting in that conference room. She had been walking tall for a good while, just to be knocked down again. Knocked down a few inches maybe, but nevertheless, Callie felt just a little bit shorter.

No one was really talking to her, not knowing what to say. Meredith and Amelia for obvious reasons. Bailey was busy being the chief. Owen was busy comforting Amelia, and Maggie was constantly rushing off to the bathroom for some reason. Penny had begun her first day as a resident, and from what the redhead had texted her earlier, she was on Meredith's service.

Everything was too messed up.

"Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid-"

"If you say it enough times it might start to stick."

Callie swung her body around abruptly, almost losing her balance. She gasped slightly, although not surprised.

So she might have paged her ex-wife to an on call room…

Callie had convinced herself that this wouldn't be weird, that it was okay to do that, because they were friends. And on call rooms were good for private conversations more than any other place in the hospital. Aaannd so far Arizona was the only one so far that hadn't looked at her awkwardly. The blonde had walked into the conference room earlier and had shot the Latina a supportive smile before sitting down. Callie wasn't sure at the time if it was fake or sincere, but one thing she had learned about Arizona was that the woman hardly ever judged. And if she did, it was kind of hard to tell, even for Callie.

The other woman looked at her expectantly, hand still on the doorknob, "Is everything okay?"

The Latina blinked, nodding, "Yeah, I just…didn't know if you would come or not…"

Arizona chuckled, "Well, 911, right? You always answer 911, even if it's to an on call room." She shuffled her feet a couple of times before sticking both hands in her pocket.

Callie laughed nervously, "Yeah, yeah I guess."

And now it just got weird, which the blonde must have sensed.

"You want to talk about it?" she asked quietly.

"No…yes…god I don't know," Callie answered frustratingly, pacing again.

"Well," Arizona trailed, "if you want to, do it now before you start rambling in Spanish and I won't be able to understand you."

"You took Spanish lessons."

"Yeah but you talk too fast, I can only figure out every other word." Unless it was dirty, those words she definitely remembered.

"True," Callie agreed.

Arizona stared at her a second longer before taking another few steps forward. She shrugged a shoulder, "Penny seems nice."

The brunette sighed, "Yeah…she is."

"How's her first day going so far?"

"Well," Callie started, sitting down on one of the twin beds, "I don't know, I haven't really asked. But from my most recent text from her it's about to get a lot worse. She's on Mer's service."

Arizona nodded, sitting on the opposite bed, "I figured as much. How's she doing?"

"Terrible. Penny's terrible, Mer's terrible, Amelia's terrible, and I feel like shit."

"Callie it's not your fault. You didn't know the story," the blonde said softly, reaching across and rubbing her arm comfortingly. Even through her lab coat and scrub shirt, she felt the heat from the other woman. It was foreign, but somehow familiar. Like before.

"I know that. I know that part has nothing to do with me…but how am I supposed to fix this now? Meredith won't even look at me, let alone speak to me. And Penny is convinced I'm about to end it with her."

"Are you…ending it with her?"

Callie chuckled laconically, "That's the million dollar question, right? Everyone expects me to I guess."

Arizona shook her head, "But what do you want?"

"I…really like her," the Latina admitted, "I mean it's still new, but I really do like her, enough to want to bring her that night. And I still like her. But I don't want to lose my friendship with Meredith over it either."

"Meredith needs time. She was just getting back on her feet and seeing Penny again probably set her back, made it all fresh again. I can't speak for her, but when the edge starts to wear off, I'm sure she'll be ready to talk."

"I just wish I could fix this," Callie answered.

Arizona sighed, standing up, "Some things can't be fixed." The brunette looked up. There it was…AGAIN. "But I hope this is something that can. With Penny and Meredith."

These feelings have to stop meeting up like this.

Shaking her head of other thoughts, Callie cleared her throat, "So how are you? You must have had a killer hangover."

The blonde rolled her eyes, "I was just fine, thank you. I thought I was going to need it, but I got off easy."

"You needed to get drunk in order to meet Penny?" She was a little surprised to see her ex-wife so hammered at the dinner party. It didn't happen often, but when it did it was certainly something you didn't want to miss. The blonde was painstakingly funny when intoxicated.

Arizona shuffled her feet again, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly, "I well…I might have psyched myself up for it or something…I guess I didn't really need all that wine after all."

"Okay," Callie answered slowly, not really sure where this was going.

"It's going to be fine, Callie. We've all been where Penny's at, wishing we could've done things differently. She'll move past this," Arizona stated, hands back in her pockets and perfect smile on display.

"Okay," the brunette repeated. "Thanks again for coming. No one's really talking to me so…"

Yeah, this might not have been the best thing to say at this point, because all of a sudden the blonde's eyes narrowed. Blue eyes pierced through her and Callie almost winced. Definitely not the smartest thing she's ever said.

"So you paged me 911 to an on call room not because you wanted to talk to me, but because no one else would?" Arizona asked.

Callie stood up, "That's no-"

"So I was your last resort?" she interrupted.

"Okay tha-"

Arizona scoffed before closing her eyes and exhaling through her mouth. When her eyes opened, she had sufficiently calmed down, which Callie was thankful for. Too many emotions were being tossed around in the tiny room, it was becoming hard for the brunette to keep up. It was making her head hurt even worse.

"Alright," the fetal surgeon started slowly, "I'm going to go. Give Meredith some time; she'll talk to you when she's ready. And if you like Penny…if you think that you could eventually-" she blinked, "love her…then make it work."

They could move on from this, that much she was certain. It was whether or not she should was the problem. And could she love Penny? She liked to think that she could over time. The feelings that she developed so soon for Penny were strong and magnificent really. Admitting that to Arizona? She wasn't sure sharing that was the best idea under the present circumstances. Apparently she was all out of bright ideas lately. The blonde was already to the door.

"Arizona," Callie called out, "I didn't mean to-"

The door swung open and her ex-wife turned around, giving her a small, but kind of sad smile.

"I know."

##

"I need your opinion on something."

Owen looked up from his chart. Accidents had been occurring left and right all day, prompting his attention all over the ER. He and Kepner were handling it with ease, but the trauma surgeon had just got out of surgery and was looking forward to getting something to eat and maybe check in with Amelia. Apparently that would have to wait a minute…again.

"Okay, you need a consult?"

Callie shook her head furiously, "No, a different opinion."

The redhead sighed, handing his tablet to a nurse, "Torres I don't have time-"

"I just need to talk to you for a second…just a second."

"Alright," Owen nodded, scanning the ER before walking to an empty exam room. Callie was hot on his heels and promptly shut the door behind her. He sat on the corner of the exam table. The Latina continued to pace back and forth, giving him glances every few seconds.

"Am I an idiot? Like just, a completely big moron or something? Answer honestly," she asked, bracing her shoulders.

Owen blinked, "Um…well are you referencing to anything in particular…?"

She contemplated, "No, just in general."

"I don't think you're an idiot…?"

"Are you sure? I mean did you really think about it? Because every decision I've made seems to be a stupid one and I don't know how to just, stop doing it."

Owen shrugged, "Callie you didn't know-"

"Yeah yeah I'm well aware of the fact that I didn't know anything. Penny's told me, Arizona's told me, you've told me. Hell even I have told myself that I had no idea this was going to happen. What I need is someone to tell me that I'm not making a mistake by forgiving Penny."

"You're conflicted," he stated, "because Meredith is your friend but you care about Penny. I know it feels like either way you're losing someone that you care about…but give it time. Meredith will come around."

Callie grunted, tracing her shoe along the linoleum, "Arizona said that too."

"Give Meredith some space and when she's ready to talk, she will."

"Arizona said that too."

He chuckled, "Well what did you need me for then?"

She ran a hand through her hair, which had gotten quite messy after the day she was having, "I don't know. I needed another third party for something else…" She sighed before looking up. "I might have paged Arizona 911 to be my friend for a few minutes."

He shrugged, "You guys are friends now right?"

"Yes, well, kind of. We've been more friendly with each other and…it's not how it used to be. Well it kind of is, but not as weird. The point is I paged her to an on call room to listen to my problems. She was understanding, and nice about it. Until I told her that I might have paged her because everybody else was pissed at me."

Owen rolled his eyes, "Okay that might have been a mistake."

"Right?!"

"So is she mad at you, too?"

"Kind of, I guess. I don't know, I can't read her as well as I used to. I guess that's what happens when you divorce somebody, you don't really know them anymore…at least not like you used to I think…" she trailed, eyes squinted in thought.

"Callie you're going to have to get to the point. Did you want to talk to me because of Penny and Meredith, or you and Arizona?"

She faltered for a second before shrugging one shoulder, "Both?"

Owen sighed again, "Give Meredith time, work it out with Penny, and apologize to Arizona." He stood up, breezing past the ortho surgeon.

"That's it?" she asked weakly, both hands in the air.

"That's it," he answered, opening the door, "And stop creating more problems where there doesn't need to be."

"You're kind of not helping me right now," she grumbled.

"Okay now you're an idiot."

##

"Cause baby now we got bad blood, you know it used to be mad love," she murmured into her cosmo. "Thanks Joe, I was trying to get this song out of my head today."

The bartender chuckled playfully, "I'm going for more diverse music lately. I figured you out of everybody would appreciate it."

"I do," she answered, rubbing the stem of her glass, "Me and Sofia were listening to the radio this morning on her way to school, and since then I haven't been able to stop singing it. In my meeting this morning, during surgery, aaannd now."

He set a fresh cosmopolitan in front of her, "I'll try to add some One Direction in there for ya too."

"Gee thanks," she giggled, nodding to the new beverage, "And thanks." Joe made his way to the other end of the bar, tending to new customers. She swiveled around in her seat. So far she had been here for about 15 minutes. Natalie had got called into an emergency surgery before their shifts ended, promptly ending the movie portion of their date tonight. They still had time to make dinner, and so Arizona decided to wait for the brunette at Joe's.

Which was okay, she understood the iron fist of a surgeon's pager. There were just a few people in the space that night, and none of them were the usual crowd from the hospital.

She downed her first drink and grabbed the new one, taking a gentle sip. The blonde shrugged a little and took another sip.

It's so sad to think about the good times, you and I…

"Easy killer."