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Blake stumbled into the kitchen, exhausted. She had been kept up all night after Meredith picked up another random guy from the bar, who was far too loud during sex in Blake's opinion.
"Another sleepless night in Seattle," George grumbled as he entered the kitchen.
Izzie sighed, pouring herself coffee and getting a mug down from the cabinet for Blake as well. "Yeah, who was it this time? Hairy back guy?"
George snorted. "You know who I miss? Inappropriate facial hair guy," George said, digging through the laundry basket to find some clean socks. "You know he did his own dishes?"
"Tattooed ass guy made coffee," Izzie countered, a playful gluten in her eyes.
"Yeah, he was a keeper," George sarcastically nodded, making an odd facial expression in the process. Blake and Izzie exchanged a knowing glance. George, bless his heart, was oblivious to the double entendres flying around the breakfast table.
"What?" He finally sputtered.
"George."
"What?" He scoffed. "Besides, Blake is grumpy when she doesn't get sleep."
"It's true," Blake admitted with a sheepish grin, already reaching for a second cup of coffee. The promise of caffeine was the only thing keeping her from crawling back into bed.
Suddenly, a frantic pounding echoed from the stairs, followed by the sound of someone sprinting down the hallway. The three interns exchanged a surprised look before rushing to the doorway.
The sight that greeted them was comical. A tall-dark skinned man, clad in an undershirt and pants and a look of pure panic, tore through the house and out the front door.
