TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter contains mentions and descriptions of gun violence as seen on grey's anatomy 2x24 and 2x25
chapter twenty two flight or fight
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The air in Joe's bar crackled with a toxic mix of testosterone and tequila. Derek and Burke were locked in a vicious game of darts, each throw punctuated by a macho flex.
Cristina, scoffed at Burke's theatrics, mimicking his pose with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. She threw a peanut shell down onto the bartop, the only response to her boyfriend's childish display.
Next to her, Meredith nursed her drink, a fresh wave of anger washing over her as Derek's gaze landed on her. The memory of his cruel words, the ugly accusation that still stung, was a bitter pill to swallow. Izzie chirped in, further infuriating Meredith.
"Derek—Derek is picturing you," Izzie nudged Meredith.
"He called me a whore," Meredith complained, her voice laced with bitterness.
"Yeah, he lost the right to picture you," Blake took a sip of her drink, nodding along to what the blonde had said.
"So I fall asleep during sex, so what?" Cristina muttered to herself. She then raised her voice and shouted, "Ass!"
"Ass!" Meredith repeated, glaring at her ex-boyfriend.
"Oh, ass! Hey!" Izzie sarcastically smiled at Alex as he walked by. Blake had to bite her tongue to keep herself from yelling at Izzie. She knew that Alex was strong enough to defend himself as well.
"Isobel Stevens has finally left the hospital. Does this mean heart patient dude finally kicked it?" Alex shot back, quickly noticing the grin that formed on Blake's face. She was trying so hard not to laugh.
