This is a small fan fic about imagines about a daughter for Grey's Anatomy. This is not an original story, I got this idea from another person.
I don't own any of the Grey's Anatomy character, I only own my character and her storylines.
Daughter: Callie x Arizona Age: 17 Word Count: 1163 Warning: Mild Language
(Requested)
Jessalyn comes home drunk after a last day of school party at a friends house. This imagine is how they would react to Jessalyn already being drunk. If y'all want one where they catch her in the act, let me know!
Characters: Callie / Arizona / Mark
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•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Jessalyn is almost being dragged across the apartment floor by her friend Damaris. Damaris stops in front of the blue door, adjusting Jess as she was heavier than Damaris could imagine.
Jess giggles.
"Where are your house keys."
Jess lets out another laugh. "Mari, guess what?"
Her friend stays silent.
"Guess Mari!"
"What is it Jess?" She asks a bit irritated
Jess starts laughing again. "My dress has pockets. Woo, ha, how many dresses that you see have pockets, huh?"
"Jess. House keys. Now."
"Uh what? But the party just started!" Jess replied trying to take off her heels.
"No, they kicked us out when you started making out with the cheerleader's lover, remember?" Mari looks over at Jess's dress and notices the keys sticking out of the pockets.
"Oh, that sucks." Jess puffed while Mari went reaching for the keys.
"Yeah, it's a shame." She starts opening the door. — The trio argues inside.
"This is our child you're feeding." Mark's loud voice echoed.
"CHICKEN IS CHICKEN MARK!" Callie responded
"Ok, what if we all just take a deep breath and (Arizona looks over at the door) oh no."
The trio looks over to the door and finds Damaris frozen in fear while Jessalyn giggled holding on to her.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Callie started walking towards them as the rest of the group followed.
"So much for the library." Arizona stated.
"What'd y'all do? Play beer pong on the book shelves?" Mark added.
"Library? It isn't even in season. She told me that you agreed with the party."
"WHAT PARTY?!" The three said at once.
"Are you talking about the one I SPECIFICALLY said not to go to?"
