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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 - 𝐩!𝐧𝐤
A good basketball game can have us all on the edge of our seats. Games are all about the glory, the pain, and the play-by-play.
And then there are the more solitary games.
The games we each play, all by ourselves.
After a day of working at the hospital, Mallory Shepherd and Alex Karev decided to go to Joe's bar to watch the basketball game. They held hands until they were in front of the bar, and then their hands went back to their sides as they returned to their only friends act.
They walked in to see Meredith Grey sitting at the bar by herself, knitting with a ball of yarn and a glass of water in front of her. Mallory shot Alex a confused look, not expecting to see Meredith without a drink.
"Hey, Mer," Mallory said as she sat down next to her. "What're you doing?"
"I'm making a sweater," Meredith bluntly replied. "What do you think?"
Alex let out a chuckle as he cleared his throat and insisted. "I think you look like a loser. Look around you, you're in a bar."
"I think you need a drink," exclaimed Mallory, tapping her hand on the counter as Joe walked over to them with furrowed brows. "We need two shots of tequila, Joe, please, and thank you."
"Why do you think I'm knitting?" Meredith let out a laugh. "I can't drink."
Derek Shepherd saw them from across the bar and walked over to them slowly, eyeing Meredith with a strange expression as he watched her knit. He smiled as he told her. "You know, as a friend, I have got to tell you. You look a little weird."
"A little?" Alex scoffed, making Meredith flip him off in return. "Come on, look at yourself, Mer."
"I am making a sweater."
"Two shots of tequila, and they're right, you're knitting, in a bar," Joe expressed as he walked over with the shots, shaking his head at the young intern. "You can't knit in a bar. You're scaring all of the customers."
"Ooh, I have an idea, take the yarn away from her," Mallory suggested, making the bartender look at her as if she was crazy as she downed one of the two shots. "It's your bar, Joe, you make the rules."
The Shepherd man slid the other tequila shot over to Meredith as he insisted. "Come on, have a drink."
"I can't have a drink," Meredith rolled her eyes with a sigh. "I'm celibate."
