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I did write this part first. And I have played The Game. It was not, however, created under the following circumstances. To get the full-blown explaination, go to my homepage, and there's a link on it somewhere that you can't possibly miss. It's a little slideshow looking thing.

But anyway...This is set maybe a week before the previous scene.

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.

To say that this game started in a bar would be a lie.

But not a very big one. The beginnings of this game were spawned from a night of alcoholic celebration and two people with a grudgingly needy taste for gossip.

But not in a bar.

Well, not Joe's bar, which is all that really matters in this case.

"That can't be good for your liver."

"I'm young, I can manage."

"You need serious help."

"I know." Cristina blew half-heartedly at her unruly hair.

"I'm bored."

"You wanna play a game?" Meredith sat morosely on the floor in Cristina's apartment.

Actually, she sat on the clothes that were on the floor of Cristina's apartment.

"What game?" Cristina took a pull from the vodka bottle.

"I dunno. I Never?" The Asian swallowed.

"I Never is a stupid game. I don't do stupid." Meredith shook the bottle in her hands.

"You got any more tequila?"

"Probably." Meredith looked at her expectantly. "What, you want me to actually get it for you?"

"Yes." Cristina rolled her eyes.

"Psh, forget it. Hey, is Izzie still at the hospital?"

"Yeah, with Alex. Why?" Cristina leaned in conspiratorially.

"Have you noticed how the two of them have eyesex, like, every chance they get?" Meredith made a half-hearted attempted to grab the vodka.

"No way." Cristina reached back, bottle in hand.

"I'm serious. It's like they're undressing each other in the Pit sometimes."

"No way. Didn't you hear her called him Evil Spawn the other day?" Cristina chewed on this for a second.

"I bet you they're doing it right now in the on-call room."

"They are not." Cristina looked indignant.

"Well, they could be." Meredith began her habit of tapping her finger against her lips.

"There's a game." Cristina raised her eyebrows. "It'll be called 'Look For the Eyesex.'"

"What, seriously, that's a game?"

"It is now. 'Look for the eyesex between Izzie and Alex.' Kinda catchy, too."

"Oh, God." Cristina held her breath. She didn't have to wait for long.

"I mean, most games don't usually have really catchy names. 'Egyptian Rat Screw.' Has anyone ever seen an Egyptian Rat Screw? Doesn't it sound like it should be a drink on the menu of some bar next to a 'Multiple Screaming Orgasm'? I could seriously go for an Egyptian Rat Screw right now. Joe needs to start offering that at his bar. Or, better yet, you need to learn how to make one, and make it right now."

"You done?" Meredith nodded. "Basically."

"God, and I thought the Valentine's Day conspiracy was your worst."

"I had a Valentine's Day conspiracy?" Cristina did a kind of shaking-slash-nodding of the head people tend to do when they're about to swallow and want to say something quickly. As if that action would let them swallow faster.

"Don't worry about it."

"Okay, so are we going to play or not?"

"I don't know. Sounds like voyeurism to me."

"It's not voyeurism, it's not like we're invading their privacy or anything."

"No, seriously, that's voyeurism. That's like...ocular voyeurism, which I'm sure is still a form of voyeurism in a court of law." They looked at each other for a full minute. In the alcohol-clouded recesses of her brain, Cristina sighed. "Okay then. The Game is on."

Meh. Dorky and anticlimactic. And tons of fun to play. Sorry you guys can't play it anymore, now that there's this whole history withthem. There is such a drink as a 'Multiple Screaming Orgasm,' I'm pretty sure. I'm also pretty sure that the Egyptian Rat Screw is still just a card game.

Meredith's Valentine's Day conspiracy can be found in 'I am Cristina Yang,' which is also written by yours truly.

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