Did I Ever Tell You You're My Hero? | PG13 | Grey's Anatomy
Title: Did I Ever Tell You You're My Hero?
Prompt: A drunken night out at a karaoke bar!
Fandom: Callie/Addison, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: kris_me
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 550
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Writing Bailey was pretty terrifying…I apologize if I didn't quite capture her voice. :-| I changed the prompt a little bit; I came up with this idea and it made me laugh, so I hope you enjoy it!
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Callie groaned, laying down on the hard wooden surface of the bench in the locker room. She pressed her fingers to her temples and closed her eyes to the painfully bright fluorescent lights shining above. Her head pounded mercilessly.
The door swung open and Callie cringed at the sound of heels clacking upon the tiles. "Shhh…"
"Shh yourself," Addison whined.
Callie turned her head, watching as Addison slid her body to the floor beside her, leaning her back against the cool metal locker. "You hurting too?"
"Like you wouldn't believe." Addison studied Callie's pained expression. "Okay, maybe you would believe."
"What did we do last night?"
"We got obliterated."
"Obviously."
"Hey, no need to be snippy, Miss Sassy Pants. I'm in pain here too."
Callie groaned again, clamping her hand over her eyes. "I'm never drinking again."
"Neither am I. Cold turkey. Totally done."
"Ditto."
"Do you even remember what happened at Joe's?"
"I remember us showing up at the same time…I remember Bailey's birthday cake…I remember buying the first few shots of Patron…and after that, it's a bit hazy."
"Well well," came Bailey's voice from the doorway. "If it isn't Tweedle Drunk and Tweedle Drunker."
"Please don't be the Nazi with us right now," Callie pleaded. "I can't take it."
"We're in enough pain."
"Oh I'm not gonna school you about your drunken behavior," Bailey said with a derisive laugh. "Your actions last night were punishment enough."
"Oh God…Bailey, what did we do?"
She laughed again. "You mean what didn't you do?"
Callie forced herself into a sitting position. "Bailey…"
Bailey crossed her arms in front of her chest and shook her head at the two of them. "You were quite entertaining, let me tell you. Folks should hire you two for their parties."
Addison's face crumpled into a mixture of curiosity and horror. "Please tell me we didn't strip."
"Surprisingly no."
"Bailey, what did we do?"
"Well, there was drinking half o' Joe's bar by way of body shots, nearly taking out one of Meredith Grey's eyes with a dart, and then there was the karaoke."
"Oh God," Callie said, leaning her head into her palms. "We didn't."
"You did. You serenaded me with a very rousing rendition of 'Wind Beneath My Wings' and somehow managed to stay upright long enough to do some interpretive dance."
Addison tipped her head back against the locker. "That explains the sore arms."
"You certainly know how to flap," Bailey added, her eyebrow arched.
"How many people saw us like that?"
"More than enough." Bailey reached into her lab coat, extracting a thin digital camera. "I'm guessin' your nonchalant lack of awkward behavior means you don't remember some of your activities last night." She flipped it on, her thumb hitting several buttons as Addison and Callie held their breaths. "I'm not gettin' involved in this one. Have fun with your hangovers." She extended the camera to Callie, spun on her heel, and left the locker room.
"Oh my God."
"What?" Addison scrambled to her knees, leaning over Callie's arm. "Holy crap."
Both women stared into the small screen, upon which a picture of the two of them kissing was displayed.
"That explains the hickey," Callie whispered.
"The…what? Oh my God."
"Ads," Callie said, swiveling to face the attending. "What happened last night?"
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