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CHAPTER FIFTEEN much too much. season two, episode ten.
"WELL, ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NIGHT IN SEATTLE," George grumbled as he made his way into the kitchen, with Cassie dragging her feet as she followed closely behind. Meredith had kept them up all night after picking up a random guy from the bar, who was far too loud during sex in Cassie's opinion.
Honestly, I'm sure Meredith knows that it feels good, Cassie thought bitterly, pouring herself a cup of coffee. You really don't need to keep saying it.
Izzie sighed, gesturing for Cassie to fill hers up as well. "Yeah, who was it this time? Hairy back guy?"
"You know who I miss? Inappropriate facial hair guy," George said, stealing the cup from Izzie's hands and taking a gulp. "You know he did his own dishes?"
"Tattooed ass guy made coffee," Cassie added.
"Yeah he was a keeper," George nodded sarcastically, making an odd facial expression in the process. Izzie and Cassie shared a glance, each of them giving George a knowing look. "What?"
"George."
"What? Meredith?" he scoffed. "I am over her."
Izzie nodded with mock understanding. "Yeah, okay, and Cassie is totally gross and ugly."
"I am!" he insisted.
"Oh, for sure," Cassie smiled, playfully knocking his knee with her own. "And Izzie is a terrible baker, and I'm totally gross and ugly."
"You know that's not true, Cass!" he exclaimed.
"Kinda the point, Georgie."
"Never mind," George shook his head before quickly adding, "But honestly, is she trying to set some kind of record?"
"At least she has a goal," Cassie shrugged, just as she heard someone running down the stairs. "Fast, check him out!" Her, George, and Izzie looked to see who it was, laughing when they saw a tan man sprinting out of the door in a hurry. "Oh, he's new."
"And I shall name him Running Guy," Izzie grinned.
"You know who we heard Alex come home with last night?" George asked nonchalantly while making eye contact with Cassie, before turning back to Izzie. "You!"
"I don't want to talk about it," she rebutted instantly. After a moment, she rushed out, "Actually, I really do want to talk about it. But he doesn't want to talk about it because there were, um, technical difficulties."
"Oh god," Cassie frowned, "Poor Alex."
George looked between them, confused. "What?"
"You know, he didn't—" Izzie paused, making a gesture to show her hand going limp. "You know, he was—"
