your rhythm is a mess - merzona

song 18

Izzie breathes out, eyes giving in to the cold. Her hands subconsciously rub against each other, maybe waiting outside while it was snowing was not the best idea. But who's to blame but love? Speaking of the result of love, her boyfriend's voice spring from behind.

"Oh, gosh," she sighed. Then smiled. "You gave me a mini heart attack." So wide, her smile and her arms. The taller guy didn't mirror the enthusiasm and says nothing as Izzie patted his coated back. Izzie let go with the same bit of happiness on her cheeks the moment she heard him. 

"You don't look too great?" 

Her boyfriend sighs, "Izzie..."

"No, wait, we need to hurry, everybody's already at the venue, tell me on the way-"

"Izzie."

Izzie let go of his hand. Still in the breeze, her face remains animated topped with the arch of her brows. "Yes?"

"Listen," he said. "I was waiting for the past three hours."

"Mer, you kept your party waiting." said Cristina as the bottle of tequila poured under her control. The couch was probably a better prospect in regards to her butt but brain half-dead because of alcohol, she slumped on the floor instead. Meredith winced at the sound of Cristina's hind hitting the cold tiles.

"Tequila," Meredith shrugged but followed suit. 

"George's calling Izzie." the half-drunk, tequila addict pointed out. Meredith nodded then snatched the bottle from Cristina. For a second, she was considering pouring in a probably-already-used glass, but thought better of it. She drank from the bottle.

"Hey!" Cristina slammed her shot on the floor.

Meredith swiped the residue off her Lips. "Hey yourself. My party; my tequila."

Cristina almost complimented Meredith's sass, almost. George came in, big red cup in hand.

"Let's head out, Mer. Cristina..."

"We can leave her." she said. "I'll lock the door on our way out. So she'll be fine."

George huffed a laugh, "Alright. Goodnight, Cristina." He tilted his head and eyed Meredith's outfit, "Fresh out the hospital?" The blonde nodded and ushered herself up. She then walked out of the tiny backroom leaving behind a passed-out Cristina.

"Any news on Izzie?" 

"Heartbroken."

Meredith turned slowly, confused. "Boyfriend broke up with her." George added, not like it helped the confusion.

"Son of a bitch?"

"Yeah," George shone a bitter smirk. Then took a sip out of his cup. "Wanna dance?"

Meredith took a few glances around, considering the possibility. It was a heavily noised room, no one minded people unless they were dancing with them or into them. George gasped beside her. 

"Nevermind, Mer. Look. At. That."

"Hm?" Meredith faced the kitchen counter. And what she saw left her standing still. Maybe even wet in her panties. Dr. Robbins and Derek on the same counter. Good God. Izzie wasn't lying when she said she invited the whole hospital. Dr. Robbins came after all. Heavy breathing was not a choice, it was mandatory now, a means to stay conscious. 

"I can find someone else to dance with, shoot your shot?" George shouted beside her ear just so she could hear. Meredith stared at the kitchen. She wasn't mistaken, it was really Dr. Robbins and Derek, sitting beside each other, chatting? Who cared! Just their existence made the poise ideal.

Another second and George disappeared. "Where'd he go?" Probably shooting his shot with someone in the party. Yeah. Maybe Meredith should approach them? But wait- for whom?

That was a dumb thought. For Dr. Robbins, of course.  

Meredith smiled internally and walked ever so carefully to the kitchen counter. But someone raced her there. Out and about, Addison Montgomery paved her way to her fellow attendings. Meredith stopped dead in her tracks watching what she'll do next. A lip reader would have been helpful.

"Addie," Arizona smiled. 

"Addison," Derek came up with his own greeting. Not that it mattered because Addison smiled at the blonde beside him. Arizona read the room and assumed Addison wanted something, she cleared her throat. "Would you like to talk to Derek?" 

"Why would she-"

"No," Addison scoffed. Thinking it was just a ploy, Arizona eyed them both. She pushed Derek by the lower back and whispered, "Go on, Shepherd. I'm rooting for you." 

Yet Derek knew by Addison's faded smile, it was not what she wanted. That's too dense of you, Robbins. He thought.

Now that the ex-couple left, Arizona was alone to her drink again. 

Meredith sighed her relief as Derek and Montgomery walked out. Now it was clear and less complicated. If she was going to walk up to that counter, it was going to be for Arizona.

She paced and leaned at the counter. This quickly caught the other blonde's attention. 

"Hey," Meredith said.

"Oh hi, thanks for the invite. I see you've got quite a crowd." she laughed. "Yeah, you know what I think I saw Bailey a little while ago."

"Really?" Meredith sat down. "She came?"

Arizona nodded.

"Anyway, would you like another drink? Tough day today wasn't it?" 

Arizona gently shook her cup. "I'm good, had enough booze to satisfy this month's cravings. You?"

"If you know me, I like my tequila."

"Oh."

Were they flirting? Were they? Was staring into one another's eyes with smug smirks considered flirting? Was talking about booze flirting? What even is flirting? And why is Arizona so confused?

She smiles and lets go of the cup. 

What now, Robbins?

"Wanna head out?" she said.

Meredith's smile grew an inch wider. "Would I?" She closed the gap between them until the smell of each other's alcohol seeped in.

"Robbins, I didn't think you were into blondes." said a terror. A voice so exasperating it hurt. Not the voice you want to hear in a party, not really.

Arizona still smirked pulling away from Meredith. "Why, I don't have a type, Bailey."

A/N : LMAO GO BAILEY GO T-T