Waking up the following morning was painful. My head was throbbing. I felt like I was going to throw up and the smells coming out of my pores were making me drunk all over again. What the hell happened last night? Oh my god...I am not in my bed. I pulled the covers down below my face. Shit, I am definitely not in my room. I have no idea where I am. Shit shit shit. This is not good. Am I in a hotel? Am I about to enter a sex trafficking ring? I sat up slightly, looking around, trying to figure out where I was. Torres Suites? These hotels were like two grand a NIGHT. There is no way a sex trafficker would pay for this. Did I pay for this? FUCK.
"Good morning, Arizona" Callie said, entering the bedroom with a cup of coffee in hand. She had a short white robe on. Clearly, she had just showered, her hair was glistening with wetness. I hated that I was supposed to be mad at her, yet all I could think about was how sexy she looked. Oh god, I need to lie down. I feel so ill. I propped myself up slihgtly against the pillow, just enough to peak over the covers and have the ability to see her.
"What is...How did I...Did we..?"
"Should I start from the beginning? This is a long story so I would prefer to just say it all at once rather than answering random questions that won't make any sense without the entire story" She said, sitting down in the love seat in the corner of the bedroom. She draped one leg over the other and clutched her coffee in both hands. I knew she wasn't trying to be seductive, but damn it, she was distracting my hangover brain with hers sexiness.
"Well, I was at Joe's" I said, trying to halfway pretend like I hadn't completely blacked out. She laughed out loud.
"Yes you were! And everyone knew it" She said laughing.
"What does that mean?"
"You were kind of the dancing queen last night, Arizona. You were on the stools, the tables, anything that elevated you really"
"Oh my god" I said, mortified.
"You were...twerking. If you could call it that"
"No I wasn't"
"Yes, yes you were"
"Please, I can't hear any more" I said, covering my ears.
"Oh, I am just getting started" She said, laughing.
"Okay, skip the embarrassing bar details for now. I was obviously bombed out of my mind. When did you get to Joe's? And why aren't you in Miami?"
"I got to Joe's around 9. My flight was cancelled, there is a typhoon hitting the Miami area, so there aren't any flights in and out of their airport for a couple days. I was kind of bummed, so I thought I would kick back at Joe's for a few hours. Anyway, you were on the dance floor at that point so I don't think you saw me. I watched you for quite some time. You were having so much fun, waving your hands in the air and shaking your cute little ass. I felt...better. Like I hadn't broken your heart earlier in the day. But I also felt kind of sad that you were able to go on so easily without me. I guess I was getting my fill of you, watching you as an outsider" She confessed. I sat up a little straighter, staring intently at her. I wanted her to say more, but by the look on her face, she felt as though she had already told me too much.
"After about an hour or so, Alex Karev started making moves on you. I thought about leaving; I didn't really want to see any part of you with someone else. But I stayed. I wanted to make sure you were okay, even if you were going home with...someone else."
"I would never sleep with Alex Karev" I interrupted.
"Well, I didn't know that at the time. Anyway, he was getting pretty handsy with you on the dance floor. You weren't resisting him per say, but you also didn't appear to know what was going on. So I kept watching you, but for a few minutes, I took my eyes off of you. Addison, er...Dr. Montgomery, stopped by and said hi before she ws leaving for the night. By the time she had left, I had lost you. So I started wandering around the bar, just to make sure you were passed out somewhere or something. I found you essentially passed out in a booth, with Alex Karev making out with you all but dead corpse with his hands underneath your shirt" This description, unfortunately, jogged my memory. I remember feeling his grimy hands touching me, his stale breath on my lips, unable to stop his advances.
"So that was you. I remember someone getting him off me..."
"Yes. I grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him to the floor." She said matter of factly. I laughed.
"You didn't"
"I absolutely did. I told him if I ever saw him touch any woman like that again, I would have him kicked out of the Seattle Grace surgical residency and blacklisted from every hospital in the country. I also told him that if I ever saw him so much as lay a finger on you again, I would kill him myself." I felt myself glowing, her protectiveness of me was something I had never paid witness to before.
"I appreciate that, but you really should have left me in that booth"
"I was not about to do that. You were so drunk, Arizona. You couldn't walk. You couldn't really talk at that point either. So I picked you up, threw you over my shoulder, put you in a cab, and brought you here."
"Why here? Of all places?"
"Well, you couldn't tell me where you lived. Neither would Teddy. Whenever I tried to ask her anything, she just gave me a drunken glare. It was actually kind of funny, but she was not being helpful. I couldn't bring you back to my place for...obvious resons. So I brought you here. I told Owen that I was covering call for another attending. It all worked out quite nicely, actually. This is kind of my get away suite when I need it."
"Torres Suites is the most expensive hotel in Seattle! How can you afford this place more than once or twice a year?" I asked.
"I get a discount" Callie said without expression. I looked at her, puzzled.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"TORRES suites, Arizona. My last name...Also my father's last name...who happens to be..."
"THE Carlos Torres? Oh my god, Calliope. I didn't know you were wealthy!" I exclaimed. All of this excitment was making me even woozier. I sunk further into the bed, trying to calm my queasy stomach.
"Yes, yes who cares, that's another story for another time. Anyway, I brought you back here. If it hadn't have been me carrying you in the door, I think the hotel staff would have called the police. It looked like I was carrying a dead body around. Fortunately, you started to come back to life a little bit when we got back to the room" She said.
"Oh no" I said, discovering the crusted vomit in my hair.
"Oh yes. All over the living room floor" She said regretfully.
"No" I repeated, burying my head in my hands.
"Yes. Again, thank god my favorite maid was on staff last night. I slipped her a benjamin and she cleaned the mess without another word while I washed you off." I sunk further into my hands.
"You didn't" I said, completely and utterly embarrassed.
"I did. I had to! I put you in the shower and washed you off. Apparently I missed a spot" She said, referencing my hair.
"Of course, the one time I can get you back in the shower, I am unconscious" Callie blushed.
"I am so embarrassed, Callie. I am so sorry. I will leave here and never come back or bother you again" I said, trying to get out of bed. An intense wave of nausea hit me as I sat up and Callie knew it. Defeated, I laid back down against these likely hundred dollar pillows.
"I am not done, Arizona. In fact, I am just getting to the good part."
"It can't get any worse. Lay it on me" She smiled, shifiting in the love seat, sipping her coffee.
"After I had you washed off, I put you on the pull out couch in the living room. I tried to give you a robe, but you wouldn't wear it. Your clothes were soiled, so I was kind of forced to put in you in bed naked. You kept saying..."
"I have to sleep naked"
"Yes! You kept saying that. It makes no sense. Anyway, I let you be. I thought you were asleep, so I climbed into the bed and shut off the lights. Within five minutes, I heard you get up. Do you remember this part?" She asked.
"I wish I did, I feel like we are reaching the climax of my own personal horror story and I really hate surprises." I said. She gave me a small, worried smile.
"Just tell me" I said.
"You got up, took off my covers and laid on top of me" She said quietly. Damn it, I thought, first I forget the shower, now this? I am never drinking again if this is going to be the consequences of my actions.
"And...we had sex?" I asked. She made a distgusted face.
"Arizona, no. Absolutely not. I wouldn't take advantage of you like that" She said sternly.
"It would hardly be taking advantage" I mumbled.
"It would be to me" she said. I looked to her, still confused.
"So what did I do? I just laid there? On top of you, naked?" I asked. Her gaze dropped and she suddenly became fixated on the rim of her coffee cup. She took her final sip of coffe, then met her eyes with mine.
"You laid on top of me naked, and said you were in love with me" She said, not breaking her eye contact. I felt the color run out of my face, adrenaline coursing through me. I cleared my throat.
"And what did you say?" I managed to spit out. Callie set her mug down, stood up, and walked over to the bed. She laid down on the mattress next to me and took my hand in hers.
"You passed out again before I could really say anything" She said quietly. Curiosity overcame me, my follow up question falling off my lips before I could filter my next thought.
"What would you have said?" I asked. She sighed, and stroked my cheek with her thumb. I thought for a moment that she might not say anything, that she might just keep looking at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes. Then, the slightly smile appeared on her face.
"Arizona, meeting you...was like coming up for fresh air. It was like I was drowning, and you saved me. That's all I know" Those words hung between us for a moment and I pulled myself into her. I curled my chin into her chest while her chin rested on the top of my head. After a moment, I looked up at her.
"I meant what I said" I whispered, lowering my gaze.
"I know" She said quietly, kissing my forehead.
"Don't kiss me. I smell like booze and my breath tastes like raw vomit" I said. Laughing, she rolled away from me. She slowly pulled down the covers, exposing my nude body. I didn't stop her, not when her sexy robe also fell to the wayside.
"How about I do the kissing for the next couple minutes?"