[Kate Austen]

Good things come to those who wait

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The party was in full swing when Derek entered the room.
The decoration has not been shortened compared to the event hall. Life and soul of the party was definitely the huge undulate bar. On each end an impressive palm tree. The side-carpeting of the bar was wooden, void and lighted and water was pattering from the top so that the whole design was evocative of a miniature waterfall.
The room itself had two different sections. There was a stage at the front where a band of four was just performing different styles of music. The dance floor in front of the stage was almost empty. A dependable indication that most of the people were still sober.
Yet, they were sitting in comfortable-looking, creamy lounge chairs, babbling and tattling and publishing the newest piece of gossip. Every now and then they were disturbed by a photographer whom they gave one of their prettiest Take Your Damn Photo And Hit The Road Already smiles before they again got lost in their conversations. The only person who was officially allowed to bother them was the waiter who had a hard time juggling his tray with champagne around the tables without colliding with anyone or anything or stepping onto one of the ladies’ dresses’ trails. God, these guys deserved some extra wage for that!
The noise level was beyond bearable, at least for Derek. Anyway, he decided to put up with the upcoming headache instead of returning to the checkroom where his colleagues and so-called friends waited like hungry lions, ready to jump at him as soon as he would poke his nose into the room. Derek shuddered at the thought of it. He didn’t want company right now. The couple of hundred people in that room. Didn’t count. They didn’t tell him to go on. They didn’t tell him that the pain would go away sometime. These people didn’t care a fig for him. Well… he hoped they wouldn’t care a fig for him, at least.
His plan was to sneak to one of the tables in the corner and just sat there, accompanied by a bottle of champagne. Sounded good to him.

“How come you’re already that wasted?” Meredith frowned at her friend who hysterically jumped up and down in front of the dance floor.

“Dunno. No time to eat. At the hospital. Plus. This,” she pointed at her glass, “is definitely the best champagne that ever got me wasted.”

“You need to stop the drinking or I feel impelled to throw you over my shoulder and get your ass to your room by myself.”

“You’re too tiny and you have tiny ineffectual fists so I doubt that you were able to do that.” she grinned and took Meredith’s hand. “You should get wasted, Mer. Because you sober. So not funny.”

Cristina dragged Meredith with her to the bar and put her into a bar stool.

“You. Sit!” she ordered. “I’ll find you something spirituous that makes you more relaxed and less bitchy. I’ll be right back!” She grabbed her purse and hurtled off, leaving Meredith sitting in her stool. She looked around. Everyone seemed so cheerful. Holy, she hated cheerful people these times. Which was kind of selfish but she couldn’t help. She hated their excited chitchat. She hated the damn music. And what she hated the most were the people head over heels in love, whispering sweet nothing in each other’s ears and making out publicly. That was just… disgusting.
She had no time to think about it more because Izzie drew nearer, a tipsy George right on her coat-tails.

“Hey Iz.” Meredith forced a smile. “Found George Clooney already?”

“Nope.” She pulled a face. “Guess I have to be satisfied with George George.” she giggled, pointing at George who tried desperately to sit down on one of the bar stools. She leaned closer to Meredith. “He is SO wasted!” she whispered, still giggling.

“I. Am not. Wasted.” George made a last attempt to clamber the stool which apparently was doomed to failure. Resigning, he laid down on the chair on his stomach. He mumbled. “Maybe a touch drunk..”

“George, seriously,” Izzie raised an eyebrow. “I think it’s time for you to go beddybyes or something.” Her expression changed immediately when she obviously noticed something behind Meredith’s back. The next moment, Meredith heard Cristina’s voice, excited and triumphant.

“I’ve found you something that makes you more relaxed and less bitchy.” she said proudly. Meredith turned around, expecting shot glasses of Tequila or at least a cocktail, but what she saw made her almost fall off her chair. Blue eyes. Dark hair, slightly curly. Grinning from ear to ear. Staring at her. AGAIN, for crying out loud! She reluctantly turned her gaze to Cristina who just shrugged. “Only disadvantage: he’s not spirituous.”