distorted realities, I'll wholeheartedly agree with you there. TerribleKate, it's great that you have such a great reaction to my drabbles. It's very encouraging that you...act like your dog when you ask her if she has to pee...believe me, though, strange as that description is, I know exactly what you're talking about, and it makes me happy. Bleu, so very gracefully. The secret to these ficlets: Keep them short and skimp on internal dialogue (unless you really know what you're doing) so that any differences between your characterizations and the canon ones aren't noticeable. I think that's the secret, anway.
Anyway. This one should be set during 3.03. You'll see how.
Drink
Meredith's poison of choice is tequila, and she knows this because she's not stupid.
Derek's is scotch.
Cristina's is anything that spells happy brain cell death, and she knows this because Erin is just like her.
Mark's is vodka, and it's the only thing they can ever really agree on, so Nick and Jordan were they.
She feels like she can perform surgery on the bar right now, watching Joe mix another screwdriver, because she's that wasted.
But as her hand shakes when she brings the glass to her lips, she decides that there is a reason why God designated a day just for drinking.
Reference: This one's a bit obscure. Nick and Jordan were the supporting characters in The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, in which they dated for a while, but they criticized each other about everything except for the fact that everyone needed a drink. Unsurprisingly, this is the only reason I still remember them. They were only mentioned as a couple a few times, though, so...(Nick was also the narrator, but that's not the point)
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