This is Not a Drunk Dial | PG13 | Grey's Anatomy
Title: This is Not a Drunk Dial
Prompt: lemonade
Fandom: Callie/Addison, Grey’s Anatomy
Requested by: snoopythepooh
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 611
Spoilers: Up to the most recent episode, 7x08, “Something’s Gotta Give”
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I tried something a little different this time. I hope I managed to do all right with it. Let me know what you think!
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“Mmmph…h’lo?”
“Addison!”
“Callie?”
“How the hell are you!?”
“Um. Tired. It’s 3:30 in the morning.”
“You weren’t sleeping, were you?”
“That is what normal, working adults tend to do at this hour.”
“Psssssh. Normal is boring. Who needs normal?”
“Are you drunk, Callie?”
“Yep, I do believe I am.”
“How sweet. I don’t hear from you in three months and when I do, it’s a drunk dial.”
“It’s so not even close to being a drunk dial! I’m gonna ‘member this in the morning.”
“Uh huh. Will you do me a favor and drink some water?”
“Fiiiiiinnneeeee.” *swallow* “There. I drank water.”
“How do I know that wasn’t another martini?”
“Ohmygod…how’d you know I was drinking martinis? Are you-you’re not here, are you?”
“You called my house phone. That would imply that I’m at home…in California…”
“Oh. Well…boo. You should be here. I need my BFF.”
“I thought Mark was your BFF? Or Yang?”
“It’s youuuu, Ads. It’s always been you.”
“That’s…nice to hear.”
“So what’s shakin’?”
“I dunno…you’re the one who called me, remember?”
“Oh yeah…”
“Did something happen?”
“You mean besides the Africa business?“
“What?”
“Yeah…Arizona got this grant thing to help like sick kids or something in Africa, and so we were gonna go-“
“You were going to move to Africa without even saying goodbye to me?”
“Uh…”
*sigh* “So why aren’t you off in Africa?”
“Cuz we broke up. I think she dumped me. Or I dumped her. Or we dumped each other. I don’t know. It just…”
“Don’t cry, Cal.”
“Can’t help it. I thought the alcohol would soak up all the tears and there’d be nothing left up in there.”
“Why didn’t you go with her? I mean…why did it have to end in a breakup?”
“I dunno. It was stupid. Like….really stupid. And there was all this yelling and people were all ‘what’s going on with those crazy lesbians’ and then I cried for like eighteen years…”
“I’m a little lost…”
“Yeah, me too. I wish I had a compass. Like that one in the movie with that polar bear and the hot lady and the kids.”
“Um…”
“Maybe I should have some lemonade.”
“Lemonade?”
“Yang said I should make lemonade. Cuz I’ve got all these lemons and stuff.”
“Are we talking about real lemons or metaphorical lemons?”
“The last one. Metaforkical ones.”
“Right.”
“Y’know, I don’t even like lemons. They’re all sour and yellow and yellow is so stupid. Arizona loves yellow. Yellow is so stupid and condescending and obnoxious.”
“Down with yellow, I say.”
“I know right? I should just….you know what I wanna do? I wanna throw those lemons at her. She can make her own damn lemonade and give it to her tiny people in Africa.”
“Cal…are you okay? Besides the drunkenness?”
“Not really. But the drunk part is fun.”
“Keep drinking your water. You’re gonna feel like hell in the morning.”
“I already do feel like hell. Inside. It hurts inside. So what’s a little more pain?”
“I’m really sorry, Callie.”
“Yeah, well, what are you gonna do, right? Life hands you lemons…”
“And we squirt lemon juice in Arizona’s eye.”
“Yes!!! See. This is why you’re my BFF!”
“I’m glad.”
“Yeah…me too.”
“I think you should get some sleep, okay?”
“Okay. Yeah.”
“I’ll call you in the morning. Maybe we can make plans for you to come down for a weekend…get your mind off things, soak up the sun...”
“That’d be…yeah that would be good times.”
“You are going to go to bed, right?”
“Mmhmm.”
“All right. Good night, Callie.”
“Night, Ads. Oh. Addison?”
“Hmm?”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too. Good night.”
“G’night.”
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Prompt: lemonade
Fandom: Callie/Addison, Grey’s Anatomy
Requested by: snoopythepooh
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 611
Spoilers: Up to the most recent episode, 7x08, “Something’s Gotta Give”
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I tried something a little different this time. I hope I managed to do all right with it. Let me know what you think!
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“Mmmph…h’lo?”
“Addison!”
“Callie?”
“How the hell are you!?”
“Um. Tired. It’s 3:30 in the morning.”
“You weren’t sleeping, were you?”
“That is what normal, working adults tend to do at this hour.”
“Psssssh. Normal is boring. Who needs normal?”
“Are you drunk, Callie?”
“Yep, I do believe I am.”
“How sweet. I don’t hear from you in three months and when I do, it’s a drunk dial.”
“It’s so not even close to being a drunk dial! I’m gonna ‘member this in the morning.”
“Uh huh. Will you do me a favor and drink some water?”
“Fiiiiiinnneeeee.” *swallow* “There. I drank water.”
“How do I know that wasn’t another martini?”
“Ohmygod…how’d you know I was drinking martinis? Are you-you’re not here, are you?”
“You called my house phone. That would imply that I’m at home…in California…”
“Oh. Well…boo. You should be here. I need my BFF.”
“I thought Mark was your BFF? Or Yang?”
“It’s youuuu, Ads. It’s always been you.”
“That’s…nice to hear.”
“So what’s shakin’?”
“I dunno…you’re the one who called me, remember?”
“Oh yeah…”
“Did something happen?”
“You mean besides the Africa business?“
“What?”
“Yeah…Arizona got this grant thing to help like sick kids or something in Africa, and so we were gonna go-“
“You were going to move to Africa without even saying goodbye to me?”
“Uh…”
*sigh* “So why aren’t you off in Africa?”
“Cuz we broke up. I think she dumped me. Or I dumped her. Or we dumped each other. I don’t know. It just…”
“Don’t cry, Cal.”
“Can’t help it. I thought the alcohol would soak up all the tears and there’d be nothing left up in there.”
“Why didn’t you go with her? I mean…why did it have to end in a breakup?”
“I dunno. It was stupid. Like….really stupid. And there was all this yelling and people were all ‘what’s going on with those crazy lesbians’ and then I cried for like eighteen years…”
“I’m a little lost…”
“Yeah, me too. I wish I had a compass. Like that one in the movie with that polar bear and the hot lady and the kids.”
“Um…”
“Maybe I should have some lemonade.”
“Lemonade?”
“Yang said I should make lemonade. Cuz I’ve got all these lemons and stuff.”
“Are we talking about real lemons or metaphorical lemons?”
“The last one. Metaforkical ones.”
“Right.”
“Y’know, I don’t even like lemons. They’re all sour and yellow and yellow is so stupid. Arizona loves yellow. Yellow is so stupid and condescending and obnoxious.”
“Down with yellow, I say.”
“I know right? I should just….you know what I wanna do? I wanna throw those lemons at her. She can make her own damn lemonade and give it to her tiny people in Africa.”
“Cal…are you okay? Besides the drunkenness?”
“Not really. But the drunk part is fun.”
“Keep drinking your water. You’re gonna feel like hell in the morning.”
“I already do feel like hell. Inside. It hurts inside. So what’s a little more pain?”
“I’m really sorry, Callie.”
“Yeah, well, what are you gonna do, right? Life hands you lemons…”
“And we squirt lemon juice in Arizona’s eye.”
“Yes!!! See. This is why you’re my BFF!”
“I’m glad.”
“Yeah…me too.”
“I think you should get some sleep, okay?”
“Okay. Yeah.”
“I’ll call you in the morning. Maybe we can make plans for you to come down for a weekend…get your mind off things, soak up the sun...”
“That’d be…yeah that would be good times.”
“You are going to go to bed, right?”
“Mmhmm.”
“All right. Good night, Callie.”
“Night, Ads. Oh. Addison?”
“Hmm?”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too. Good night.”
“G’night.”
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