⋆ ★ PRETTY PLEASE ━━━ CHAPTER TEN
( LIFE FUCKING SUCKS ) , raindrops keep falling on my head.
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LIFE FUCKING SUCKS. At least that was the continuous thought going through Florence's head right now. She knew her relationship with a certain McDreamy (what the other interns called him) was too good to be true. Not to mention absolutely embarrassing herself in front of the gorgeous redhead named Addison Shepherd by puking all over her expensive-ass shoes.
Right now, Florence wish she would have stayed in her so called, "sexual relationship" with Alex because syphilis was looking a lot better than whatever the fuck was going on with her and Derek.
And speaking of right now, her emotions were messy, she wanted to cry, scream and puke some more all at the same time.
However, being a surgeon, she had to tuck those feelings away and step into a clean, sterile room, where the procedure is more simpler than life could ever be. Cut, suture and close. That's it. Simple.
Fortunately, she was not in the OR. She was at the bar, taking a shot of whatever alcohol she had asked for, because let's be honest, she had way too many drinks at this point. Florence smiled at the bartender who poured her another. "Merci." Florence spoke her mother's native language.
"You look familiar," The bartender spoke directly to the blonde. "You been in here before?" He asked.
"Once," Florence answered honestly before rolling her eyes. "That worked out really well. Putain d'enfer." Then another shot quickly burned down her throat.
"I know that look," The bartender continued with his words. "Can only be one of two things. Either your boss is giving you hell, or your boyfriend is. Which is it?"
Laughing at the not so funny and ironic joke the bartender made, Florence managed to get out, "Both," while giggling her ass off. "My boyfriend just so happens to be my boss which was a problem. But not as big of a problem as the fact that he has a wife. A gorgeous, sexy, amazing... wife."
The bartender sighed as Florence's laughs trailed off and she got quiet again, looking down at the shot glass in her hand. "Tell you what," He told her, pouring another shot of alcohol. "This one- it's on the house." Fighting back the tears, the blonde didn't hesitate to down the shot poured, the liquid going down her throat, burning hot, as she tried to forget about anything - everything.
Suddenly, in a blur of haziness, she heard the bartender shout, "All hail the champ!" And Florence knew exactly who it was, much to her dismay, as all the whoops and cheers sounded around the bar. "So, my guy Alex finally got what was coming to him?"
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pretty please ? DEREK SHEPHERD ?
Fanfiction? but you're here right now and you're turning me on. ? in which it's the right people at the wrong time. season one through nine.
