Stuck With You

Bad Decisions

Excitement spread quickly at the prospect of alcohol, however Arizona's stance on the issue remained unchanged. Despite her coworkers pleads, she placed the bottle back into her bag.

"We're not drinking it," she informed.

"I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong," Mark mocked the blonde attending.

"He's right, Dr. Robins," Cristina cut in. She shrugged, as if stating a simple truth.

"I feel like this should be illegal. Is it illegal? I'm pretty sure it's—"

"Give us the bottle, Arizona," Addison quelled. "You're very out numbered here."

Callie cut in, "I think Arizona is right. We can't just have an elevator full of drunk surgeons."

Arizona looked over at the Latina, thankful to have someone on her side. Though in truth, she was more thankful that out of all people it was Callie who agreed with her.

"Why not?" Mark questioned, eyeing the brunette suspiciously. "Sounds like a great idea to me."

"You're kidding, right?" Arizona asked, mouth agape as she dwelled on the idiocy of her coworker.

"Give us a reason then," Mark grinned, loving how ruffled the blonde was was getting. "I Dare you."

At a loss for words, Arizona shook her head in disbelief. "Where do I even begin?" She found it hard to believe only herself and Callie saw the consequences behind getting wasted in their place of work.

Of course, others sitting around the elevator felt their conscious tug in Arizona's direction, however their desire for alcohol pulled much stronger.

"Is anyone still working? Because anyone who is can't drink." George explained. Everyone turned to look at him, forgetting he was even there.

"That's a good point. Who's starting their shift?" Izzie asked.

As small discussion floated around the room, it became evident everyone's shift had ended long hours ago.

"Also," Arizona began, happy to have found another reason. "We all have to drive home after this which means we obviously can't drink."

Mark smiled while listening to her hopeless attempts. "Arizona is almost right, everyone who's planning on drinking be prepared to get a taxi home. —I think we all already knew that the residents were going to Joes to get plastered anyways," he deadpanned.

In the corner, George and Izzie blushed a similar shade of red. Meredith and Cristina on the other hand, grinned widely, accepting his words with pride.

"Anything else?" The smug surgeon questioned. As everyone looked to Arizona for further reasoning, Mark knew he had her beat.

"Well also... Because—" Arizona struggled for a couple more seconds before turning to Callie for support she couldn't give.

"Well, you tried you best," Mark grinned.

He crawled across the elevator, over outstretched legs, and reached into Arizona's bag. To defeated to even stop him, Arizona let him disarm her of the liquor.

"I was going to celebrate with that when I got home," she lamely informed.

"Well now you can celebrate here with us," Meredith smiled.

The elevator soon filled with sounds of sloshing liquid and thankful sighs as the bottle was passed around. As it reached her, Arizona took a hearty swig.

"Why were you walking around with a huge bottle of whisky in your purse, anyways?" Izzie asked.

Arizona sighed, "my patient's mom gave it to me. I guess she was thankful I saved her daughter's life or something."

"Maybe she was just hitting on you," Addison grinned. With a smile, she brought the bottle back to her lips. Arizona giggled on cue.

"Guys, what would happened if the elevator just fell to the basement, like out of nowhere?" Izzie asked.

"Well first, thanks to Newton's first Law we would smack into the ceiling as the elevator plummeted downward, and then when the elevator hit the ground, we'd hit the floor and be a mangled mess of limbs," Cristina supplied. She grinned at Izzie's horrified look.

"There's something seriously wrong with you," Alex groaned.

"Well just look on the bright side," Cristina began, "we wouldn't be stuck in here anymore."

"Let's talk about something else," Derek intervened. For the third time, he passed the bottle to his left. "Like uh... what's something that can't kill you?"

"Whiskey!" Meredith exclaimed.

"Mer, I really don't think—" Mark cut in before Derek could finish.

"No Derek, she's right." He stopped to take a dramatic pause. "Whiskey is always the answer."

"That's very wise Mark," Callie noted, accepting the bottle from Arizona.

Time passed as just as their conversations did. Much to the dismay of those trapped, the large bottle was eventually emptied by the occupants of the elevator. The affects of the whisky however, were only just beginning. Soon consequences of their decisions would inevitably come to life.

This simple truth became all too clear when Callie's phone rang.

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