Enchanted | Derek Shepherd

001. girl in the bar

[season one episode one]

"this is your starting line."

THE RED HEAD BIT HER LIP AT THE ATTRACTIVE MAN THAT WAS SITTING BESIDE HER.  Either she was really drunk so far and her vision was deceiving her eyes and telling her that this man was really handsome when in fact he wasn't or he really was as attractive as he seemed.  She could handle her liquor well and four shots of tequila didn't really get to her but she was now on her sixth shot.  Emma knew this was a bad idea the night before she starts her first shift at Seattle Grace, but sometimes bad decisions created great stories.  

So, why not?

"What's your name?" Derek asked, interested in her as he gave her that look.  

It was enough to make her wet but she contained herself.  It wasn't like she could exactly jump his bones in public.  She supposed she could, but she was a little more classy than that.

"Emma.  You?"

"Derek," he lets out a laugh.  "So tequila shots, huh?  Must've been a pretty rough day to have those."

"You have no idea," she muttered.

"What's your story?"

"My story?" She let out drunk laugh.  Even though she was getting drunk though she was still able to think clearly.  At least for now.  "Why do you want to know?"

"You seem like an interesting person is all," he smiled at her and she scoffs which peaks his interest.  He wasn't expecting that kind of reaction but if he were being honest, he wasn't sure what kind of reaction he was expecting anyway.  Maybe a little sly flirty smile or maybe intrigue.  But a scoff was not one of them.  "What?" He asked as he took a peanut, cracked it open and ate it.

"Nothing, just don't see why I'm interesting," she said turning to him as she took a sip of her drink which was her favorite - a margarita.  She was going all out.  Tomorrow she was sure there would be hell to be paid for.  But right now she didn't care.

"You seem like you have an interesting past is all," he gave a smirk and took a sip of his beer.

"Well, if you get me a few more of these," she pointed at her drink.  "You might get a few answers out of me."

"Is that a promise?" He asked intrigued.

"Maybeeee," she teased and leaned forward slightly before leaning back again and taking a sip of her drink again.

*

Emma woke up the next morning with a pounding headache.  The guy, whose name was Derek, who she had sex with the night before had already left but he had written his number down along with his name on a post-it note.  

She let out a groan as she heard her alarm wake her up at five in the morning.  

"Nooo," she whined and tried to hit the alarm to silence as she pulled her covers over her head to try to get a few more minutes of sleep.