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CHAPTER FOURTEEN thanks for the memories. season two, episode nine.
THANKSGIVING WAS IN FULL SWING, AS WERE CASSIE'S DRINKING HABITS. While she didn't celebrate the holiday, any excuse to get drunk was a good enough reason for her to be in a good mood. Besides, with Izzie in full festive mode, Cassie knew she didn't want to be sober.
While Cassie finished her third shot of tequila that morning, Meredith descended the stairs, tiptoeing as quietly at possible.
"Mer!" Cassie grinned widely, gesturing to the nearly empty bottle of liquor. "Come drink with me!"
"Can't, sorry," she rushed out, before being stopped by a frowning Izzie.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
The doorbell rang as Cassie took her fourth shot.
"Uh, answering the door," Meredith responded sheepishly.
"She's going to the hospital," Cassie said loudly, pointing at her bag and causing Izzie to glare at the woman in question.
"Yes, but after—"
"Meredith, everyone is supposed to be in the kitchen by 9am to help me make dinner. It's Thanksgiving!"
Meredith sighed, "I'm really not in the mood."
"But it's a family—" Izzie started before she was interrupted by the doorbell again.
"Doorbell." Meredith made her way over to the door, opening it to see three men standing there with smiles on their faces.
"Is this where Georgie lives?" the oldest one asked.
"Georgie?"
Cassie giggled, drawing attention to herself. "Hey, I call him that too!"
"Where is he, upstairs?"
"Oh, George. Yeah."
Pushing past the girls without warning, the men raced through the living room and up the stairs, tripping over each other and chanting as they went. "O'Malley! O'Malley! O'Malley!"
"Yeah, O'Malley!" Cassie repeated, her fist pumping in the air.
Izzie turned to Meredith. "Should I call the police?" She turned her gaze back up to the stairs, causing Meredith to take the opportunity to sneak out of the house.
