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Almost a week she had been on the island, and Lexie still wasn't entirely convinced that she hadn't gone crazy. There was evidence enough to the contrary, of course, and somewhere, deep down, she knew it was illogical to believe herself so, but there was just too much she couldn't wrap her head around yet, and it was almost easier to explain it all

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[doubleomalley]

The Hub had become one of George's haunts, sort of like their version of Joe's, only the drinks came free. It wasn't hard to find him there, though hearing someone call his name out across the way was.

When he noticed Lexie, he gave her a wave back and head over, happily sitting down next to her. Things were weird, sure -- dying her hair blonde wasn't even the start of it, he could tell -- but George was in a perpetually awkward state.

A little more awkwardness wasn't going to hurt.

"Hey," he said, bumping her shoulder with a smile before he sat.

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"Hi," Lexie replied, smile softening just a little to something less enthusiastic, more natural, though it was still a far cry from how she'd looked before he walked in. This wasn't just like old times, she wasn't deluding herself, but it was nice all the same, something familiar. The knowledge she had about his future was eating away at her, but that was a small price to pay to have him here and alive, sitting beside her as if nothing had ever happened. "So, this is pretty great, huh? I have to say, it's probably my favorite part of the island so far, in terms of places."

[doubleomalley]

"You mean the free alcohol whenever and wherever you need it?" George said, leaning forward over the bar to order himself one such free drink.

He'd partaken in many a free drink when he needed and when he didn't. It was the one thing he enjoyed most about being stuck on an island he couldn't escape from.

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"That is exactly what I mean," Lexie agreed, eyebrows raising a little for emphasis as she took a sip from her own drink. It was one of the few benefits to being here, in fact, that nothing cost any money at all, drinks included. Of course, that probably had to do with the fact that there was hardly anything in the way of work, especially when the clinic was run by the half-sister who admittedly didn't even want her here, but she was trying to look on the bright side.

Trying being the key word. Not necessarily succeeding.

It was easier, anyway, with George by her side, one reminder that this place wasn't all bad. So maybe things were too bizarre for words. At least he was alive. "It kind of owes us that, you know? If it's going to force us to be stuck here for God knows how long, at the very least, we need all the drinks we can get."