[Kate Austen]

When they arrived at the Beverly Hills Hilton Hotel, a bunch of paparazzi and newsmen were already waiting for them.
A huge bodyguard stepped towards the limo. Even through his dark sunglasses you could imagine his grumpy face. He opened the door for the ladies and George.
As soon as they stepped out off the car on the Red Carpet, the people behind the barrier freaked out and start snapping their cameras.

Izzie: (overwhelmed) Holy mother of all that is freaking mind-blowing!
Cristina: I feel so important right now..
Meredith: (smiles and waves at the photographers) You get used to it sometime. But we should go inside now. We probably have to use our elbows for cleaving through the crowd.
Izzie: (shrugs) I wouldn’t mind if I had to use my elbows at George Clooney..
Cristina: I wouldn’t mind if I had to use ANY part of my body at George Clooney.
Meredith: (chuckles) You have a thing for George Clooney?
Cristina: You take what you get. But actually I prefer hot.. steamy.. unshaved rocker. You know... like this Derek Shepherd. I heard he’s performing tonight.
Meredith: (sighs) Yeah.. He is so dreamy..

Once they were inside the hotel they were led to their table right in front of the stage. The whole hall was bright and shiny. The seatings consist of comfortable white leather armchairs and dark wooden tables. Each of them was decorated with flowers, white roses to be more precisely. Meredith immediately notices the discreet flowery scent that emanates from them and now hovers in the air.
A silvery candleholder with white candles ensures the required romantic touch. And as the cherry on top each table equipment includes two bottles of iced champagne.

Cristina: (eyes wide when she notices the alcohol) Woohoo! Time to get wasted! (they all sit down)
Meredith: (whiny) Behave Cristina! Please don’t make me look foolish until we finished at least the first half of the show!
Cristina: (pouts) Oh Mer.. You are such a party-pooper. It’s sad.. Really. (frowns) But I can get wasted at the after show party, right?
Meredith: (rolls her eyes) Fine. But I will deny that I know you once you start your boob shaking table dance show!
Cristina: (grins) You cannot deny your person. It’s in the contract.
Meredith: I’ve never signed that contract!
Cristina: Yes you did. Well… you kind of did… Remember when you were all whiny and dark and twisty when you caught your super slutty manwhore ex-boyfriend red-handed doing the horizontal mambo with that perfect looking, blonde.. (earns a scathing gaze from Meredith)… excuse me… really, really… mean… as ugly as sin… crappy whore? Remember that? And do you also remember the hours of vomiting caused by too much tequila and me wiping up your barf? I kind of took that as signing the contract. (she pours herself a drink)
Meredith: (sighs) I guess I owe you a drinking bout.
Cristina: Yup. (takes a sip) But hey, look on the bright side Mer. It’s a drinking bout for free.
Izzie: (excitedly) Hey, I think the show finally starts!