It has been too long my fellow readers :) .. I hope everyone had an amazing summer! I figured this would be an appropriate time to release this chapter, seeing as its Halloween! Part 2 will be up in 24 hours.
Happy Halloween & Happy reading!
25. Let's Dress like Sluts (Part 1)
"So, Arizona, did you get tomorrow night off for the bash of the century? Rumor has it, that G is renting a moon bounce, a petting zoo and strippers." Andrew wheeled his chair beside the blonde who was busy filling out a patient chart.
"I highly doubt any of those rumors are true Nurse Andrew. And yes, I did get coverage. Despite the fact it cost me a hundred bucks, charts along with the graveyard shift for a year. I would not miss her birthday because I know she wouldn't let me live it down. What are you wearing?" Arizona kept her nose in her files.
"Can't tell you. All you need to know is that there is going to be lots and lots of color and men." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively towards his roommate.
"Oh god, don't tell me then. I want to be drunk before I witness it so I can forget it." Arizona shook her head in disgust.
"Forget what Arizona?" Teddy leaned over the nurse's station and looked between her two roommates.
"Andrew's costume, whatever it is, involves lots of 'men' and 'colors'".
"Oh, yeah, I don't know if I can handle all of that Drew. Good luck. What are you wearing Arizona? You and Cal coordinating outfits?"
"Actually we are, we're going to discuss it over lunch and decide what to wear. But we have a pretty sweet costume theme for us. You guys are gonna love it."
"And what about you Dr. Altman? Henry should be in town. You guys could also do some lame theme I'm sure." Andrew dead panned.
"Thanks Drew. Yeah, Henry is home. And I don't know. I am not a fan of Halloween. I'll probably go as like a doctor or something and he'll be a zombie baseball player or something."
"Oh seriously Teddy? How lame can you get! It's Halloween! A chance to unleash your alter ego or be someone else without judgement! Come on, why be something the two of you already are? Why would you even bother going if you're going in scrubs? At least be a slutty doctor!" Andrew spat out.
"He has a point Teddy, don't be lame! Oh shoot, that's my pager. Have a consult, I'll see you guys later!"
"See ya Arizona!"
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Callie anxiously awaited the arrival of her girlfriend in the front lobby of MGH. They were running late and still had a million things to do. The party was slated to start at nine that evening. Everything was going perfect until Arizona was asked to scrub in on an emergency surgery. Nearly 30 minutes till nine Arizona strolled into the main lobby and planted a kiss on her girlfriend's lips.
"Didn't think I'd make it on time huh?" She teased at the Latina.
"Yes, no. I just don't want to be so late that by the time we get there everyone is already drunk. I really, really want everyone to see our freakin' amazing costumes." She grabbed her girlfriend's hand and made way for the exit.
"Yeah. I am not even sure how you talked me into dressing up like that, but I'm sure well be the best dressed ones there."
"Oh, believe me, we will be. And if by some stroke of fate someone has a better costume than us, I know I'll still have the most gorgeous girl at the party."
"Mm, someone is a bit cocky Calliope." She mused as she opened the door to her apartment. "You're going to have your hands full with the hottest looking gal in the party."
Callie watched as her girlfriend slid into her bedroom to change. And by watch, she in fact was staring at the most glorious bum she swore she ever laid eyes on. All she could think of was grabbing a handful of that glorious ass. Which made her think of her raging libido and how they still have not done the dirty, bumped uglies, knocked the boots, reached home plate. God she wanted sex and wanted it soon.
Tonight had to be their night.
The bedroom door opened up and Arizona stepped out, gave a small spin, "Like what you see?" With a devilish grin to top the move.
Callie's throat went dry – oh, she absolutely has the hottest woman of the night. "Y-yes. Yes. Frickin' yes. I like it a lot." Licking her lips, "Are you wearing anything under that?" She attempted to grab the blonde and pull her close. The urge to jump her bones in the middle of the living clouded any comprehensive thinking. The effort was trumped when the blonde contorted away from her grasp.
"Uh, uh, uh, not yet. But maybe you'll see just what is underneath it all. However, we need to get to the party."
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"Gaetana! G! Where the hell are you?"
"Upstairs, my room – come in."
One red pump followed the other, as black fish net covered legs climbed each step. Their costume plan was quite suiting for the pair. A skin tight mini skirt, covered with an apron covered in fake blood with feathers. She was a chef. A very sexy and scantily clad chef. Her partner, well, that's where the fun began. Imagine the Looney Tunes character Foghorn Leghorn; only completely ruffled, and covered in fake blood as if he were nearly butchered to death.
It was a suiting costume for the pair.
"Gaetana, how are you still not ready? It's almost nine and you're going to be late to your own birthday party."
"I am NOT going to be late. I just can't get this damn zipper up on this costume! And stop calling me that!"
She simply rolled her eyes at the stubborn giant chicken struggling around the room, "Come here and let me get that – see. Perfect, now turn around I want to get a good look at your outfit."
Doing a quick 180, she spread her arms out wide, "Ta-dah!" Her grand gesture was cut short when all the air was sucked from her lungs. "And, um. Well then, you. You are clearly going for the sexiest chef in the world. I mean. Wow. Addison. Um, yeah." Her face was flush from the amount of exposed skin.
Shimming her way over to her partner, she wrapped her arms around her neck. "Mm, that was the aim. I also forgot something else." She inched into woman and placed a searing hot kiss against her lips. "Happy Birthday Gaetana." Before she could rebut the use of her name another steaming kiss followed. Soon a tongue had slipped into the mix and before they knew any better the two adults were making out like two teenagers.
Their relationship had remained very PG since they've started dating. Which surprised Addison, a lot. A women like G with that reputation, she expected quick, fast and dirty. However, she was proving her wrong. They actually had more in common than they thought and had developed a comfortable friendship. A friendship which involved some heated kissing and heavy petting.
Addison was ready for the next step.
"G! G, where are you? Our cousin AJ is here with Andrew and they maybe the gayest of all gay right now, and I really need some backup – Oh my GOD!"
"Jo-jo, Get the HELL out of my room!"
Somewhere between all the steamy making out and heavy touching Addison found herself seating atop a dresser, straddling G. Completely unaware of the time they spent there and most importantly that they door was left unlocked.
Gasping for air she pushed the chicken off of her, "Okay, that's enough birthday kisses for now. Let's go downstairs." Addison readjusted her skirt and sauntered off.
Nearing 9:30, the party was getting into full swing. G completely redid her house to become the ultimate party palace.
There were two kegs readied and tapped. A beer pong table, strip poker table and flip cup table were appropriately furnished. Spirits ranging from vodka, to tequila and whiskey covered the kitchen island. Various munchies and pizza was also on hand. And rightfully done were the Halloween decorations from floor to ceiling. It was like frat boy and Martha Stuart had a love child.
First to the show was Addison, then Andrew and G's cousin AJ. Along with four other deliciously handsome men. Their costume was just as Andrew explained, gay men and color. Or lack thereof. Each was wearing a shimmering solid colored banana hammock with an "S" on the front embellishing their manhood. Their theme was Skittles and it was definitely a hit. G's sister Jo-jo was barred from drinking due to her pregnancy, so she was dressed up as a mall cop and designated as party security.
Then came Meredith, who dressed as a witch. Followed by Teddy and Henry, who were dressed as Tarzan and Jane of the jungle. There were Sylvester and Tweety, a mummy wrapped up in gauze wrap, a zombie cheerleader and even a Mr. Rogers. Dozens of people piled into the house and back yard as the party came into full swing.
Everyone was there with the exception of one couple, Arizona and Callie. Their circle of friends was patiently awaiting their arrival to see what their big costume was all about.
"Callie, I don't think I can do this." Arizona stopped dead in her tracks at the front of the house.
"Nonsense, just drink enough to forget you ever wore this outfit."
But it wasn't her ostentatious costume that was wracking her nerves. It wasn't that at all.
"Arizona, I'll be with you the entire time. Come on."
Finally the pair made it to the front door where they were greeted by the elder von Ingersleben sister.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite sister from another mister and her rock star girlfriend! Hang on just a second, are you two who I think you are? Wait! No frickin' way. You're Britney Spears and K. Fed? This is AWESOME!"
That they were, the insanely popular celebrity couple. Arizona was dressed like Britney from her "Oops I did it Again" video and Callie was dressed in baggy jeans, a white tank top and had drawn on a beard. It was comical to say the least.
They were both wrapped into a bear hug and pushed into the party by Jo-jo.
"Arizona! That's quite the look on you!" Someone from the party shouted out. She received a number of cat calls and whistles until she made it to the back of the house where she found her closest friends.
"Whoa! Look at you Arizona. I love the costume theme Callie and you have, its great!" Teddy greeted her friend.
"Thanks Teds. And I love your look. About time you stepped out of your conservative bubble!"
"Hey Teddy! Love the costume. Here babe, I got you a vodka cranberry. Tequila and pineapple for myself." Callie handed her girlfriend the cocktail and gave her a small peck on the cheek to stake her claim. "Where are Addie and G?"
"They are currently cleaning house on the Beirut table. However, Addison specifically required a trade and demanded you go on her team once you got here. Something about being the Miami Heat Dream Team?"
"Dream Team Callie?" Arizona giggled, "Seriously?"
"Listen, U-Miami is no joke. Addison and I where the best Beirut team on campus." She smiled confidentially.
Arizona noticing the challenge accepts the offer. "Fine, let's see if you still got it hot stuff."
Making way to the back of the house they found the couple in an intense match up against Andrew and AJ.
"Come on G, you got nothing against me. Nothing!" AJ was taunting his cousin while waving his junk behind the remaining solo cup. "Come on, G, toss the ball and lose just like you should! You SUCK!"
Smiling and remaining composed, she took the final shot and hit the remaining cup with ease.
"Sorry Skit and Tle, maybe next round you'll do better."
"HA take that Andrew and AJ!" Addison shouted across the table.
"ADDISON! Where are your clothes?!" Callie ran and hugged her best friend. "G! Happy Birthday! You guys look incredible! Love this costume."
"I am wearing plenty! This is acceptable for Halloween! And look at you two! K Fed and B Spears? Genius!"
"HA! Look at this, Battleship dressed up as B Spears. I love it! Looking good Arizona!"
"Thanks G and Happy Birthday! You don't look a day over 32!" She winced as her friend squeezed in a similarly fashioned bear hug. "Okay, so let's play some Beirut!"
The couples split up; Callie and Addison on one team and Arizona and G on the opposing.
"Let's see what Miami has on Boston, shall we?" G stated.
Their match started off equally, going back and forth until the last 3 cups remained. In the midst of sinking cups, Arizona was shamelessly drinking Cape Coders like no one's business. G was busy talking smack to the opposing team.
"Come on. Hit EM! I need a drink! We're thirsty over here! Come on Miami Red! Thought this was your game back in the day? Or are you too old now? HA! Another miss for Dream Team Miami"
"Can it G! Some of us are doctors and didn't have the luxury of honing our Beirut skills every day!" Addison yelped back. G was getting in her head.
"Shh, Addison, I got this. Don't worry." Callie focused on the final three cups. They were down two so she needed to hit this shot.
"Yeah, Addison let Callie focus." Arizona leaned a little bit into the table showing off a red lacey bra, "Focus."
Biting her lower lip she tossed the ping pong ball across the table, and much to everyone's surprise but her own, she nailed the shot right off of Arizona's breasts.
"Focus, Arizona." Callie seductively husked across the table.
"That's what I'm talking about Callie! Come on! Let's see what you got Gaetana! Come on. Let's go!"
Now was Addison's turn to distract her lover. She leaned over and began to lick her lips, "Come on Gaetana, everyone's waiting for the show." Slowly arching an eyebrow staring directly into grey eyes.
She stared back, never breaking contact, "I'd love to put on a show with you." And with that, she released the white spherical ball and didn't even watch to see if it went in. She starred back at Addison as if they were the only people in room. The sudden roar of people around her made them both fully aware that the shot went in.
"Are you FUCKING serious! Arizona you better MISS! Callie distract her!"
"Come on T, you got this!" G slapped Arizona's back for encouragement.
In an instant she felt her blood pressure rise. T, that's Tim. It was if everything around her went silent. No voices were heard except for the one in her own head. Tim, he isn't here. He would be. He should be. She closed her eyes and shook the wary thoughts from her head, focus.
Opening her eyes once more she didn't even look to see where she threw the ball, she just knew it was going in.
"YEAH! TAKE THAT MIAMI!" G Turned and picked Arizona up, "WHOO! That's what I'm talking about! Champs are in the house!"
Everyone was cheering and jeering the two teams after the hard fought match.
"Who wants to dance!?" G shouted as she made way for the makeshift dance floor that was her living room.
The music was right and the beer was cold. There really wasn't anything else anyone could ever ask for on their birthday. Arizona strayed behind and spoke with some old friends who came to the party. They were all old friends of G and her brother.
Her brother.
Several people came up to her to offer their condolences and some didn't mention it at all. However that funny feeling in the pit of her stomach she had earlier in the night rose to the back of her throat. She leaned up against the kitchen counter, where she had leaned so many times previously, and just watched as everyone interacted with one another.
Everyone except for her brother.
Maybe it was the liquor messing with her head but she suddenly felt trapped and needing air. She grabbed a solo cup filled with beer and made her way upstairs to her old bed room. Everything was still the same. The walls were bare and there was a new coat of paint however her desk was still there and medical books still filled the shelves.
Her heart raced as she open the top draw of her desk, and indeed, they were still there as well. The benefit of her old room was that the window was over the garage, providing a secluded get away when needed. She opened the window and stepped out onto the garage roof. The mild evening felt refreshing against her skin.
She clenched the tiny cancer filled stick of tobacco and carefully lit it. Surprised her emergency pack was still here after all these years. Sitting back against the house she let out a woeful sob.
That pit made itself come through and that feeling wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She was grieving at a time when she should be celebrating. Her grief had consumed her all but whole. There was nothing left. She was pissed he wasn't here. It wasn't fair or part of the plan.
She could kill G for even mentioning his name so casually. As if he wasn't even dead or she lacked any respect for him. Her liquor fogged brain only intensified her pain. Silent tears streamed down her face as the reality hit her again – her brother was dead, and he was never coming back.
The thumping bass from the music below didn't cheer her up. This was her best friend's birthday. It was Halloween. Her favorite holiday. But instead she was sitting on a roof crying. It didn't make any sense but it was the only thing that felt right.
Why should she get to enjoy this time when Tim was gone?
Why?
The footsteps nearby alerted her that she was no longer alone, however she wondered who was coming to see her. Only a handful of people knew about this spot.
"Hey, haven't seen you in a while Z, are you okay?"
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Thanks for reading. As an FYI, each costume I mentioned in this chapter is an actual costume I've either wore or helped design. Also, Beirut is similar to beer pong however I've always called it Beirut ;) it all depends on where you grew up ect...
