𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂 - 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈'𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙼𝚈

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NOTE: The girls are fightingggggg.....

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S2 E2

Preston had dumped Cristina, Meredith had dumped Derek, and Derek hated Angie with every fiber of his being.

Angie kept circling back to those three simple facts as she sat on the bathroom floor with a hungover Meredith and a hormonal Cristina. After months of lies had blown up in her face, Angie had floated all the way home, where she sat on the couch, staring at nothing and downing several glasses of wine until Cristina and Meredith stumbled in. Meredith was horrendously drunk, rambling about how she had gone to Derek's trailer to get more information on his past in New York, then promptly ended the relationship. Cristina was raging over the fact that Preston had ended their relationship so efficiently, as if tearing off a band-aid. Once they got inside, they demanded more information on Angie's history with Mark, but when Angie made it clear she was in no mood to discuss the nitty gritty, they settled for a night of endless angry ranting.

They had gone until Meredith started vomiting out half her body weight, and Angie's head pounded from too many glasses of wine. Izzie helped Meredith clean herself up, the angry ranting seamlessly transitioned into the bathroom, where they all fell asleep, then picked it right back up in the morning.

Meredith was laying on the floor, Cristina was sprawled in the bathtub with the sliding door closed, and Angie sat against the wall nearest to the sink, massaging her temples.

"It's not us," Meredith insisted, staring at the ceiling. "It's them. Them and their stupid boy...penises. They didn't tell me they had a wife," She glanced at Cristina through the frosted glass of the shower door. "They gave absolutely no warning that they were going to break up with you."

"Can we please not refer to them and their penises as a combined unit?" Angie groaned, eyes shut to block out the light.

"Yours didn't tell you he was going to sleep with your best friend," Meredith added, ignoring Angie's request. At her comment, Angie snorted bitterly.

"No, he just dumped me two months before so he wouldn't feel bad about it."

The shower door slid open harshly, revealing Cristina propped against the wall, indignance all over her face. "It's not that Burke broke up with me," she snapped. "It's how he broke up with me—like it was business, like it was a business trans–like he's the boss of me?!"

"He is the boss of you," Meredith pointed out.

"He's compartmentalizing," Angie sighed.

"I think I'm gonna throw up again." Meredith began to retch and she scrambled to throw herself over the toilet. Angie snatched a towel off the nearby rack to cover her face and Cristina shut the shower door, but the vomiting never came as Meredith breathed heavily over the toilet for at least four seconds. "No. Wait. False alarm." She sat back in relief, and Angie and Cristina both removed their makeshift shields.

"The problem is estrogen," Cristina spat.

"No, the problem is tequila," Meredith huffed.

"And cheap grocery store wine. God, I hate drinking..." Angie whined as the throbbing in her head increased.

"You know, I used to be all business," Cristina griped. "And then he goes and gets me pregnant."

"With his stupid boy penis," Meredith repeated, her words slurring slightly.

"Now, I'm having hormone surges," Cristina lamented. "He ruined me! I'm ruined!"

"That's what they do," Angie grumbled, covering her eyes with her hands and leaning her head back against the wall. "They ruin everything, then they run away before they have to see the consequences. So I fucked his best friend for a little bit! So what?!"