Have you ever woken up in the morning and not remembered what you did the night before?
I went to college didn’t I? My freshman year, I was just deciding that I was going to go pre-med. I’d thought about it for a long damn time. It seemed like the perfect way to get my ass out of Iowa and rolling in the kind of money my old man might have had if he hadn’t fucked up his music career with drugs. I didn’t decide on surgery till a little later. I wasn’t one of these other people who was bred for this kind of life - like Meredith - and I didn’t work my ass off scrapping by forever - like Izzy - and I definitely didn’t have eight degree’s to show off like a badge of honor - like Cristina - I was just Alex fucking Karev and I wanted to help people and make good money.
Anyways, in that first year I partied all the time, habits from high school were just hard to break. There was absolutely nothing I was going to not have tried once, be that girls or alcohol; drugs didn’t exist to me, at least I learned something from my old man. I can’t count how many mornings I woke up and had a head pillowed on my chest of some girl I didn’t recognize but had obviously gotten really familiar with, if you know what I mean.
Despite what everyone thinks about me, those are not my proudest moments. Lying there still as stone hoping the girl would wake up, get embarrassed and leave so I didn’t have to search my head for her name. Sometimes it worked out that way, I’d pretend to be asleep and just wait until the door clicked shut after which ever girl had been in my bed. Other times I’d get the psycho chicks who would screech at me when they realized I couldn’t remember the night before and leave in a crying mess. Then there were my favorite kind of girls, the ones who probably didn’t remember my name any better than I did theirs and then made sure I wouldn’t forget it by the time they left, usually a lot later in the afternoon and a couple of orgasms later.
So yeah, I’ve blacked out, woken up with women I didn’t know and usually didn’t care to but that’s usually all that’s ever happened. Never had those terrifying kind, the kind that have people running into the emergency room cause they woke up in a bathtub full of ice with their kidney’s missing and bad sutures. Guess I’m lucky that way.
Muse: Alex Karev
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Word Count: 425
Anyways, in that first year I partied all the time, habits from high school were just hard to break. There was absolutely nothing I was going to not have tried once, be that girls or alcohol; drugs didn’t exist to me, at least I learned something from my old man. I can’t count how many mornings I woke up and had a head pillowed on my chest of some girl I didn’t recognize but had obviously gotten really familiar with, if you know what I mean.
Despite what everyone thinks about me, those are not my proudest moments. Lying there still as stone hoping the girl would wake up, get embarrassed and leave so I didn’t have to search my head for her name. Sometimes it worked out that way, I’d pretend to be asleep and just wait until the door clicked shut after which ever girl had been in my bed. Other times I’d get the psycho chicks who would screech at me when they realized I couldn’t remember the night before and leave in a crying mess. Then there were my favorite kind of girls, the ones who probably didn’t remember my name any better than I did theirs and then made sure I wouldn’t forget it by the time they left, usually a lot later in the afternoon and a couple of orgasms later.
So yeah, I’ve blacked out, woken up with women I didn’t know and usually didn’t care to but that’s usually all that’s ever happened. Never had those terrifying kind, the kind that have people running into the emergency room cause they woke up in a bathtub full of ice with their kidney’s missing and bad sutures. Guess I’m lucky that way.
Muse: Alex Karev
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Word Count: 425