Chapter 34: A Night at the Bar

"Tequila is funny... really...really...um… funny." Meredith slammed her shot glass down. She was out a few hours and now the room was looking a little funny. Her lips were buzzing, which didn't make sense. "It's just funny and buzzy...my lips."

"You're drunk..." Cristina laughed, drinking out of her beer.

"Drunk isn't quite the word." Izzie laughed, sipping at her red chardonnay.

"Wasted?"

"I'm not wasted up...not yet." Meredith laughed. "Derek wouldn't think I'm wasting...wasted."

"Are you still leading him on?" Izzie laughed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Meredith frowned, giggling slightly. "Cristina...leading what on? I'm not leading anyone on."

"Loverboy." Cristina reminded her.

"Loverboy...nice." Izzie laughed.

"I'm not...Derek is not being led anywhere." Meredith said.

"Except into bed...repeatedly." Cristina said, taking another sip of beer.

"Meredith, have you told him you loved him? Called him your boyfriend?" Izzie asked.

"Seriously Barbie?" Look at her."

"Derek loves me and I...he's Derek." Meredith swayed slightly in the bar stool before taking another shot of the tequila. "Ohh...I like Derek..he's my...you've met him Cristina...you work with him sometimes because you're an intern and I'm not an intern but he's a hot doctor."

"You make no sense." Izzie laughed.

"She's had half a bottle of tequila. It's just going downhill from here." Cristina said.

"Oh God..." Izzie laughed.

"You just need to drink more Izzie." Meredith giggled. "Chug the wine...like shoot it...shot gun...is anyone else feeling lips buzzing...I do."

"She's going to be so sick tonight." Cristina laughed.

"I know..." Izzie rolled her eyes. "Remind me to put a towel under her head or something when she sleeps on my couch."

"I am not going to be sick."

"Too bad Derek can't take you home." Izzie sighed.

"Derek is using his sexy surgeon hands that I am not leading on...to save people...not to be sexy because he can't be sexy, hot, and orgasmic when he is saving people with brains...he can't." Meredith frowned. "I'm not leading him on...not at all."

"Speaking of hot sexy and orgasmic Derek..." Cristina said, as the doors the bar jingled.

"Look who is here Meredith..." Izzie smiled, taking an empty glass from Meredith's hand.

"Where?" Meredith frowned, facing the bar.

"Turn around..." Cristina rolled her eyes.

"What?" Meredith turned around, now Derek stood in front of her, even if the room was spinning a little. "Baby!"

"Oh God...she said baby...Mer is drunk." Izzie said, standing up. "Cristina, I think there are two guys checking us out by the darts. Care to mingle?"

"Anything so I don't have to watch these two-suck face." Cristina said, following Izzie.

"Go mingle..." Meredith giggled, as Derek stayed silent in front of her. She watched her friends walk away before looking up at him and laughing. "Hi Doctor..."

"Hi." Derek chuckled, putting his hands on her hips, steadying her.

"You're here..." Meredith poked at his chest.

"I told you I would be." Derek smiled.

"You did because you never lie." Meredith giggled.

"You're drunk."

"No!" Meredith gasped, standing up from the barstool.

"Careful..." Derek whispered, holding her as she swayed in his arms.

"I'm fine." She replied, as she began to shake her hips back and forth with the music that filled the bar.

"Are you having a good night?"

"Are you?" Meredith danced, grinding her hips against him.

"I am now." Derek smiled, kissing her forehead.

"You smell like tequila..." Meredith laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You smell like tequila and my lips are buzzing but you shouldn't smell like tequila cause you're a doctor."

"You smell like tequila." Derek chuckled.

"Oh...well that makes sense."

"So you didn't answer my question...Are you having a good night?"

"One sec..." Meredith giggled, reaching behind her as Joe, the bartender, slid a shot in front of another patron. She grabbed the glass and swallowed the liquid before turning back to Derek. "Yeah I am."

"You just took someone's drink."

"It was meant for me."

"Hmm..."

"I like you..." She scrunched her nose.

"Good.."

"Alot."

"I like you a lot too."

"I wore a dress..." She giggled, pressing her body into his as she stumbled a little. "You know what they say about mini black dresses right?"

"What do they say?" He laughed, holding her up.

"Easy access in your front seat." Meredith giggled.

"My front seat?"

"Yeah...twice."

"I walked here."

"You're mean."

"Sorry."

"We could have had sex...look..." Meredith started to pull her dress up. "It's black and it's kinda tight and if you just push the skirt part up you can..."

"Meredith..." Derek laughed, pushing her dress back down. "We're in public."

"Does that turn you on too?"

"You pulling your dress up?"

"No public..." She giggled, taking a hold of his hands.

"Maybe..." He smiled.

"Okay..." She stumbled a little.

"I want to take you home before I go back to work."

"No..."

"Will you at least call me when you get to wherever your going to sleep tonight?"

"Maybe..."

"Please...So I don't worry?" Derek whispered.

"Where is my phone?" Meredith frowned.

"I don't know...Where's your purse?"

"I don't...I think it's on the bar."

"Did you bring a purse?"

"Yes..." Meredith frowned, before noticing it over in Izzie's hand. "Oh wait...Izzie has it."

"That's probably where your phone is." Derek laughed.

"Yeah...yeah it is."

"Okay."

"Hmm..."

"I don't want to leave you here."

"But you have to use your sexy hands to save people who have brains." Meredith giggled.

"My sexy hands, huh?" Derek laughed.

"Uh huh..."

"What else can they do?"

"Lots of things."

"Like what..." Derek smirked.

"Naked things." Meredith laughed, leaning into him. "Things that are...sexy, naked, and dirty...I'm drunk."

"Hmm...I can tell." Derek laughed.

"No you can't." She said, quickly pulling away and stumbling towards the door of the bar.

"Hey...Where are you going?"

"I want to go outside."

"Okay...Just...Let me help you, okay?"

"Fine." She replied, hitting the door to get it open. "Stupid ass door..."

"Pull it." Derek told her.

"Oh right..." Meredith pushed, cursing quietly. "Piece of shit...Joe you need a new door! I don't think he heard me."

"I think he's trying to serve his other customers." Derek laughed, helping her outside.

"Oh."

"I have to go back to the hospital soon."

"Mean." She pouted.

"I know." He chuckled.

"I'm drunk and I know I am but you don't...you know I am too but I'm not that drunk or...I was probably drunk when I got pregnant with Dawsyn." Meredith laughed, moving to sit down on a bench and instead falling flat on her ass.

"Are you okay?" Derek laughed, helping her up.

"I fell." She giggled, as she finally stood up. "No...I was pregnant when I got drunk with Dawsyn."

"Okay." He laughed, helping her onto the bench.

"And Dawsyn...she was mad but now I don't think she's that mad anymore because she's too young to understand that I was a drunk slut and whatever and you don't seem to care because you're you and I think you want a baby...well Dawsyn wants me to have a baby because she's an only child and I think you don't want a baby...no I think you want one. Or you might want one...I was drunk when I got pregnant. Isn't that funny?"

"Nope..." Derek whispered.

"It's not?" Meredith frowned.

"It's your past...And now you're here with me."

"And you hate babies."

"I love babies."

"But you don't want one with me and you want three of them and I...I forget what I was saying." Meredith began to crack up, nearly toppling over. "Oh and I suck...because I just got my cable bill...I have to go to basic cable because Dawsyn looked it over and double checked...it's cheaper and I...there was something else. I'm drunk."

"I think we should get you back inside..." Derek whispered.

"And you said I love you and I feel the same way but I can't say it..." Meredith continued to laugh. "I suck."

"Meredith, it's time to go back inside."

"I probably should go back inside...there is a guy at the corner of the bar and he keeps winking at me."

"I don't want to leave you here." Derek sighed.

"What?" Meredith giggled, adjusting her dress. "I look good."

"You do." Derek laughed. "I have to go back to work though."

"So, you can go make money for your future baby mama who won't need a DNA test." She poked his nose.

"Definitely time to go back inside." He said, helping her up.

"Are you mad at me?" She replied. "Because the guy at the bar bought me a shot earlier but I told him I had a Derek and he said...well he said something about talking to me later. Are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you...Just don't do anything with any of those guys...Okay?"

"They don't have sexy brain doctor hands."

"Okay." Derek laughed. "Come on..."

"And they might hate babies and not want babies like you..." Meredith giggled, falling back again.

"We can talk about that when you're not drunk." He said, pulling her up again, and holding her up.

"You're mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you. I promise."

"You're lying...you're mad because I'm not a doctor and I have a crap job and can't say I love you. My daughter wants me to have a baby and I think that's cool and you're so angry."

"I'm not angry." Derek whispered, leading her slowly back inside.

"You're so mad at me." Meredith began to whimper.

"Hey..." Derek whispered, finally getting her back inside the door. "I'm not mad at you...I'm totally and completely, madly, in love with you."

"Word."

"Word?"

"It's a metaphor." Meredith burst into tears, pulling away from him. "My Derek hates me!"

"No I don't." He repeated, motioning Izzie over to them.

"Hey guys." Izzie smiled, looking at Derek before giving Meredith a sad look. "It's about that time again."

"I have to get back to work." Derek told Izzie, holding Meredith in his arms.

"He hates me, and he hates innocent babies."

"I'm sure he doesn't." Izzie smiled. "Mer...what if we head back to my place and order some pizza or something?"

"Can you just...take care of her?" Derek whispered.

"Yeah...I've done this before." Izzie smiled weakly. "Christina...George...Alex...Dawsyn...we've all done this before."

"Dawsyn's at a sleepover." Meredith groaned, pushing Derek away slightly. "My shoes are drunk."

"She um..." Derek breathed, holding Meredith up. "She has my number in her phone so can you just call me when you get her home?"

"Yeah...and you don't really hate babies do you?"

"No...I don't"

"Okay good." Izzie smiled.

"He wants a baby."

"Promise me you'll take good care of her?" Derek whispered.

"She'll be good as new tomorrow." Izzie smiled, pulling up a barstool.

"Brand new." Meredith waved her finger.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Derek said, helping her onto the stool.

"I'm mad at you." Meredith pouted, looking away from him.

"I'll give you another sec..." Izzie backed up. "Just wave when you need me to come back and hold her up."

"Thanks Izzie"

"You can leave." Meredith whimpered, tears slowly coming down her cheeks.

"I love you, Meredith." Derek whispered

"I love you too."

"You..."

"Suck...I know."

"No...Not at all."

"You hate me." She cried, pushing her against his chest.

"I love you, Meredith." He said, pulling her close to him.

"You too Derek."

"I have to go now..."

"Of course you do."

"I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"If I don't die because Izzie killed me."

"She won't...She promised to take care of you for me."

"My feet are drunk and my brain is mushy and I smell like a bar and my head is drunk..." Meredith whimpered. "I'm emotionally stunted and my toes...drunk...trashed!"

"Okay..." Izzie walked back.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Derek whispered.

"Whatever."

"Don't take it personally." Izzie giggled, leaning over to fix the strap on Meredith's shoe. "She's three slices of pizza away from passing out."

"Okay...Just...Okay." Derek sighed. "I'll um...I'll see you..."

"Tell Derek bye..."

"Bye Derek." Meredith whispered, not making eye contact with him.

"Bye Mer." Derek whispered, pressing a light kiss on top of her head before walking away, turning around and looking back at Izzie holding her up before leaving and heading back to work.