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CHAPTER EIGHT raindrops keep falling on my head. season two, episode one.
CASSIE AND MEREDITH SAT NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN SILENCE, as the bar's atmosphere became more crowded every passing second. The latter had yet to say a single word to her, but Cassie knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Just for the record," she said, breaking the silence. "He told me they were divorced, and that he would tell you about his ex wife when the time was right." Meredith finally looked up at her. "He lied to me too."
Meredith sighed and passed Cassie one of her tequila shots, which she gladly accepted.
"Hey Cassie," Joe smiled, before turning to Meredith. "You look familiar. You been here before?"
"Once. That worked out really well."
"I know that look," Joe said, filling up their shot glasses. "It'll be one of two things. Either your boss is giving you hell, or your boyfriend is. Which is it?"
"Both. My boyfriend is my boss, which was a problem. But not as big a problem as the fact that my boyfriend has a wife, and forced my best friend to unknowingly lie to me."
"And her boyfriend, who's basically my brother, lied to me and told me he divorced his wife, who also happens to be my friend, even though I haven't spoken to her in a year," Cassie added.
"Tell you what," Joe smiled awkwardly, passing them each another shot. "These ones, they're on the house."
"Thanks, Joe."
"Can I have a beer, please?" George asked Joe as him and Cristina came into the bar.
Cassie reached over Cristina and grabbed the hand George used to punch Alex, inspecting it for any sprains or damaging bruises. When she deemed it all clear, she let go, ignoring how he was rolling his eyes at her dramatics.
"Let's play a game of whose life sucks the most," Meredith suggested. "I'll win. I always win."
"No, you don't want to play with me," Cristina shook her head.
"Oh, I do," she insisted. "I'll even go first. Derek's married."
At that, George spit his beer out. "George, beer is dripping from your nostrils," Cristina cringed as he fled to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
