Wasted Days
Title: Wasted Days
Author: MsCrazybird
Pairing: Callie/Arizona, Mark/Callie (Friendship)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Callie and Mark are there for each other when times are hard or when times are good.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Thought this would be fun it’s just going to be a short two part story. It was just for fun hope you like tell me what you think.
Wasted Days
“Ugh, I hate this.” Callie flopped on the couch with an ump.
“Want to get wasted?” He looked at his friend a little hopeful and smiled when he seen the pout on her face.
“Yes, very. And whip that grin off your face this is so not funny.” She punctuated the so in her speech glaring at him for a moment.
“It kinda is Cal.” He smiled widely at his best friend before she reached of and gave him a firm punch on the arm. “Ouch, what was that for?” he said while rubbing the sore spot on his arm where his friend had just punched him.
“Oh, I don’t know making fun of me while I am in such obvious pain.”
Mark rolled his eyes, “You’re hardly in pain, Cal. All you did was ram your hand into a door, nothings broken, fractured, or sprained for that matter, so you’re fine Cal.”
“Not physical pain, Sloan, emotional. I’m dying of boredom here! I can’t break any bones with my hand swollen like this,” she lifted her right hand showing him the slight swell, “and paper work is killing me.” She shifted slightly in the coach pouting again as she remembered her horrible luck that day.
“Well, what about Blondie?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I tried that; she’s in a surgery and will be until her shirt ends.” Callie groaned a little. So, not my day. She thought to herself.
“I see, well I am off in a few minutes.” He gave her his panted McSteamy smile.
“Oh, lucky me” She said unenthusiastically.
“Gee, thanks Torres. Trying to be a good friend here, but apparently you would rather be alone.” He started to shift as if he was going to stand.
“Sorry, it’s just…I really wanted to be able to break some bones you know? Everything is just crazy and then I go and do this.” she again raises her swollen hand for him to see, “And at first I was a little relieve because I thought I could at least spend some extra time with my girlfriend and even that back fired.” She sighed as she leaned her head back against the armrest of the couch closing her eyes.
“Well like I said I’m free.” He smiled receiving a smile from the Latina that lay on the couch. “Still want to get wasted?” He offered again.
She peeked one of her eyes open and peered at her friend then up at the clock that hung on the wall above his head. “It’s not even one yet.”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere.” He smiled widely and they laughed in unison.
She finally managed to say, “True” through her laughter.
“Okay well I have to go check up on a patient meet me in twenty in the lobby.” He shot her a smile over his shoulder as he began to make his way to the door.
*****
Callie smiled up at her friend as he entered the lobby fast approaching where she sat returning her smile. It never ceased to amaze her that the man whore, her one night stand turn fuck buddy, could now be her best friend. Mark Sloan some how managed to pull it off all so well and it was comforting to know that he was just that rock in her life; they were each others rock. “Right on time,” Callie remarked as he came closer.
“Well I do aim to please Torres.” Mark gave her a smug grin; the one that he had perfected over time and she had become so familiar with that it lost almost all its power unless used in one of his lewd jokes.
She stood rolling her eyes “Riiiight.” They each laughed and chatted as they headed out to Joes together.
***
Hours later Callie and Mark sat full on wasted as there eighth shot made their way to sit right in front of them. Lifting the beverages they taped their shots together before downing the drinks in unison and slamming the shot glasses back against the hard wood of the bar.
“God I love drinking.” Callie slurred a little as she swayed just a little unsteadily in her seat. “It makes you forget about all the worries and pains.” She smiled lifting the empty shot glass up signaling Joe for another.
“You forgot about your hand then.” Sloan asked slurring his words slightly less than Callie.
“Ugh, thanks for reminding me.” She managed to reply before two more shots were sitting in front of each of them. Both their eyes looked down at the shots then back up at one another before they smiled and each picked up their first shot. “To really forgetting and not bringing it back up,” Callie stated the last part directing it to Mark with a pointed stare; Mark only narrowed his eyes to this before clicking his shot glass once again to hers.
Mark looked around the empty bar settling his gaze on the unoccupied dart table his smirk returning to his face. “Up for a game, Torres?” He smiled knowing the Latina couldn’t pass up a challenge.
“You ready to loose, Mark” she shot back just as quick.
“I’ll take that bet.” He said as he managed to get to his feet they both made quick work of their shots and headed toward the game on slightly wobbly legs walking closely together for support.
***
The laughter and music filled the room as a very drunk Callie and Mark danced to the music that surrounded them neither of them turned their heads like many of the other patrons of the bar had done when the loud noise of the bar door being burst open with a very disgruntled and disheveled looking Arizona stood.
Spotting the two, Arizona made her way over to them as she nodded to Cristina who sat at the bar looking all to pleased with what was sure to aspire in the next few minutes.
Arizona was never neither one to be jealous nor one to ever want to cause another person bodily harm; hell she was a doctor after all, but right now all that flew out the window as One More Time by Daft Punks sounded throughout the bar with her girlfriend (HER GIRLFRIEND!!) gyrating her hips to the beat while Mark fucking Sloan had his hands (his man whore hands at that) on said hips. Hell, on any other occasion she would have found the music choice rather funny and out of date, but at this moment all she saw was red as the seemingly oblivious duo continued their dance as she walked up only mere inches away from the two. She cleared her throat loudly, so she could be heard over the music. When the two failed to hear her attempt at getting there attention she instead grabbed a hold of Callie’s shoulders affectively stopping her from moving.
“Hey, what gives? I was getting into it.” Mark said slurring his words upon feeling the now still Latina in front of him.
“Ari” she slightly hiccupped “zona,” Callie smiled leaning forward to hug her girl friend kissing her and missing her lips.
“God, Callie are you drunk?” Arizona asked before smelling her girlfriend, “It’s only 4 now and you smell like a frat party. Come on I’m taking you home.” She grabbed her hand and began to pull her girlfriend before she came to a jerking stop when she noticed her girlfriend was not following her.
“Dance with me baby. Dance with us.” Callie slurred as she tried to pull the blonde closer.
“Callie I’m taking you home now and I’m most definitely not going to dance with you while Mark is grinding on my girlfriend from behind so come on.” She scolded firmly.
“You can be in the middle.” Mark chimed in from where he still stood behind Callie giving her a smirk.
Arizona’s rage was quickly winning over and she opened her mouth to reply before Callie seeing the look on her girlfriends face decided to smooth it over as quickly as possible. “No Mark, I gotta go home.” Came Callie’s reply a slight pout on her face. “I think I’m in trouble.” She walked forward a couple steps toward the blonde.
“Okay, I’ll go by and see if you can come out and play later ok.” Mark smiled at his best friend as she followed closely behind his girlfriend before she turned around and mouthed ‘Okay’ holding her hand up making phone ‘call me’ then smiling and turning back around to continue out the door.
He turned around laughing slightly shaking his head happy for his friend; he quickly looked around the bar and spotted Cristina and made his way over to her.
Cristina rolled her eyes as they left the bar, “Expected that to be way more interesting.”
Author: MsCrazybird
Pairing: Callie/Arizona, Mark/Callie (Friendship)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Callie and Mark are there for each other when times are hard or when times are good.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Thought this would be fun it’s just going to be a short two part story. It was just for fun hope you like tell me what you think.
Wasted Days
“Ugh, I hate this.” Callie flopped on the couch with an ump.
“Want to get wasted?” He looked at his friend a little hopeful and smiled when he seen the pout on her face.
“Yes, very. And whip that grin off your face this is so not funny.” She punctuated the so in her speech glaring at him for a moment.
“It kinda is Cal.” He smiled widely at his best friend before she reached of and gave him a firm punch on the arm. “Ouch, what was that for?” he said while rubbing the sore spot on his arm where his friend had just punched him.
“Oh, I don’t know making fun of me while I am in such obvious pain.”
Mark rolled his eyes, “You’re hardly in pain, Cal. All you did was ram your hand into a door, nothings broken, fractured, or sprained for that matter, so you’re fine Cal.”
“Not physical pain, Sloan, emotional. I’m dying of boredom here! I can’t break any bones with my hand swollen like this,” she lifted her right hand showing him the slight swell, “and paper work is killing me.” She shifted slightly in the coach pouting again as she remembered her horrible luck that day.
“Well, what about Blondie?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I tried that; she’s in a surgery and will be until her shirt ends.” Callie groaned a little. So, not my day. She thought to herself.
“I see, well I am off in a few minutes.” He gave her his panted McSteamy smile.
“Oh, lucky me” She said unenthusiastically.
“Gee, thanks Torres. Trying to be a good friend here, but apparently you would rather be alone.” He started to shift as if he was going to stand.
“Sorry, it’s just…I really wanted to be able to break some bones you know? Everything is just crazy and then I go and do this.” she again raises her swollen hand for him to see, “And at first I was a little relieve because I thought I could at least spend some extra time with my girlfriend and even that back fired.” She sighed as she leaned her head back against the armrest of the couch closing her eyes.
“Well like I said I’m free.” He smiled receiving a smile from the Latina that lay on the couch. “Still want to get wasted?” He offered again.
She peeked one of her eyes open and peered at her friend then up at the clock that hung on the wall above his head. “It’s not even one yet.”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere.” He smiled widely and they laughed in unison.
She finally managed to say, “True” through her laughter.
“Okay well I have to go check up on a patient meet me in twenty in the lobby.” He shot her a smile over his shoulder as he began to make his way to the door.
*****
Callie smiled up at her friend as he entered the lobby fast approaching where she sat returning her smile. It never ceased to amaze her that the man whore, her one night stand turn fuck buddy, could now be her best friend. Mark Sloan some how managed to pull it off all so well and it was comforting to know that he was just that rock in her life; they were each others rock. “Right on time,” Callie remarked as he came closer.
“Well I do aim to please Torres.” Mark gave her a smug grin; the one that he had perfected over time and she had become so familiar with that it lost almost all its power unless used in one of his lewd jokes.
She stood rolling her eyes “Riiiight.” They each laughed and chatted as they headed out to Joes together.
***
Hours later Callie and Mark sat full on wasted as there eighth shot made their way to sit right in front of them. Lifting the beverages they taped their shots together before downing the drinks in unison and slamming the shot glasses back against the hard wood of the bar.
“God I love drinking.” Callie slurred a little as she swayed just a little unsteadily in her seat. “It makes you forget about all the worries and pains.” She smiled lifting the empty shot glass up signaling Joe for another.
“You forgot about your hand then.” Sloan asked slurring his words slightly less than Callie.
“Ugh, thanks for reminding me.” She managed to reply before two more shots were sitting in front of each of them. Both their eyes looked down at the shots then back up at one another before they smiled and each picked up their first shot. “To really forgetting and not bringing it back up,” Callie stated the last part directing it to Mark with a pointed stare; Mark only narrowed his eyes to this before clicking his shot glass once again to hers.
Mark looked around the empty bar settling his gaze on the unoccupied dart table his smirk returning to his face. “Up for a game, Torres?” He smiled knowing the Latina couldn’t pass up a challenge.
“You ready to loose, Mark” she shot back just as quick.
“I’ll take that bet.” He said as he managed to get to his feet they both made quick work of their shots and headed toward the game on slightly wobbly legs walking closely together for support.
***
The laughter and music filled the room as a very drunk Callie and Mark danced to the music that surrounded them neither of them turned their heads like many of the other patrons of the bar had done when the loud noise of the bar door being burst open with a very disgruntled and disheveled looking Arizona stood.
Spotting the two, Arizona made her way over to them as she nodded to Cristina who sat at the bar looking all to pleased with what was sure to aspire in the next few minutes.
Arizona was never neither one to be jealous nor one to ever want to cause another person bodily harm; hell she was a doctor after all, but right now all that flew out the window as One More Time by Daft Punks sounded throughout the bar with her girlfriend (HER GIRLFRIEND!!) gyrating her hips to the beat while Mark fucking Sloan had his hands (his man whore hands at that) on said hips. Hell, on any other occasion she would have found the music choice rather funny and out of date, but at this moment all she saw was red as the seemingly oblivious duo continued their dance as she walked up only mere inches away from the two. She cleared her throat loudly, so she could be heard over the music. When the two failed to hear her attempt at getting there attention she instead grabbed a hold of Callie’s shoulders affectively stopping her from moving.
“Hey, what gives? I was getting into it.” Mark said slurring his words upon feeling the now still Latina in front of him.
“Ari” she slightly hiccupped “zona,” Callie smiled leaning forward to hug her girl friend kissing her and missing her lips.
“God, Callie are you drunk?” Arizona asked before smelling her girlfriend, “It’s only 4 now and you smell like a frat party. Come on I’m taking you home.” She grabbed her hand and began to pull her girlfriend before she came to a jerking stop when she noticed her girlfriend was not following her.
“Dance with me baby. Dance with us.” Callie slurred as she tried to pull the blonde closer.
“Callie I’m taking you home now and I’m most definitely not going to dance with you while Mark is grinding on my girlfriend from behind so come on.” She scolded firmly.
“You can be in the middle.” Mark chimed in from where he still stood behind Callie giving her a smirk.
Arizona’s rage was quickly winning over and she opened her mouth to reply before Callie seeing the look on her girlfriends face decided to smooth it over as quickly as possible. “No Mark, I gotta go home.” Came Callie’s reply a slight pout on her face. “I think I’m in trouble.” She walked forward a couple steps toward the blonde.
“Okay, I’ll go by and see if you can come out and play later ok.” Mark smiled at his best friend as she followed closely behind his girlfriend before she turned around and mouthed ‘Okay’ holding her hand up making phone ‘call me’ then smiling and turning back around to continue out the door.
He turned around laughing slightly shaking his head happy for his friend; he quickly looked around the bar and spotted Cristina and made his way over to her.
Cristina rolled her eyes as they left the bar, “Expected that to be way more interesting.”