“ You know … sometimes, I think, if you
weren’t best friends with my husband’s
mistress, we might actually bond over
things like—- I don’t know —- our
distaste for PEOPLE … just in general. “
It’s quite clear that she’s had a few too many.
RED WINE—- the wasp’s drink of choice—-
has sloshed out of her glass & onto the bar
before her. There was a half-hearted attempt
to wipe it up that left her fingers sticky & her
painted lips jutting out in an exaggerated pout.
“ Then, I think, who am I kidding? —-
my own husband didn’t even chose
me over Meredith FREAKING Grey. “
cristina doesn’t handle AWKWARD situations well, and this is about as awkward as it GETS. she’s done what she can to stay OUT of the meredith / derek / addison drama, aside from offering whatever SUPPORT mer might need from her, but now it appears she can’t RUN from it any longer.
❛ uh huh, ❜ she offers slowly, brows FURROWED in uncertainty. what does one SAY to something like that? she can only HOPE that the woman doesn’t remember all of this in the MORNING.
❛ well, i think we’ve had ENOUGH of that. ❜ she GENTLY extricates the glass from addison’s fingers, sliding it JUST out of reach. ❛ joe, could we get some WATER over here? ❜
she offers the man a QUICK thank you as water is provided, handing it OVER to the drunk in question. for a few moments, cristina sits TENSELY, eyes shifting left and right for anyone who might RESCUE her from this situation and take over for her.
❛ is there, um... anything i can DO for you, dr. montgomery-shepherd? maybe call a CAB? ❜
