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CHAPTER FOUR no man's land. season one, episode four.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! ME GONADS, YOU OVARIES!"
George's words fell on deaf ears as Izzie, Meredith, and Cassie stepped out of the car. They'd all managed to ignore his whining successfully since they began living with him, but as it approached that time of the month, it was starting to be a problem.
(All they needed was a box of tampons, for God's sake. They weren't asking him to dress up as Dr. Frank-N-Furter and sing Sweet Transvestite.)
It was obvious that he was compensating for something. In the few weeks she'd known him, he'd been perfectly respectable, which was why it came as a shock that he'd suddenly joined the Misogyny Brigade out of nowhere.
A snort left her mouth before she could stop it.
George glared at her.
"Oh, that reminds me," Izzie ignored him entirely, throwing her hair into a loose bun. "We're out of tampons."
"Already?" Cassie wondered. "I feel like I just bought them."
Meredith shrugged, "That's what happens when three girls live together, I guess. We're synced."
George groaned into his hands, glaring at the three women, and it took Cassie quite a bit of restraint to not tell him to go fuck himself. Instead, she rolled her eyes, choosing to give him the benefit of the doubt for the time being.
Izzie caught her eye, and rolled hers back. Between them, Meredith raised a brow in silent agreement.
Much to their dismay, George didn't let up. "You two are parading around in your underwear while I'm naked in the shower!"
Cassie didn't bother to entertain him.
(Complaining about seeing Izzie Stevens in her underwear wasn't exactly a priority; if anything, she wouldn't mind seeing it more often.)
"Can you add it to your list please?"
Izzie spoke though a smile, and Cassie swore she knew exactly what was going through her head. If the blonde wasn't as straight as an arrow, Cassie may have made a move right about now.
"What?"
"Tampons."
"To the list," Meredith clarified, "It's your turn."
