( @polymusepotion ; kol --- plotted starter )
The famed French Quarter --- more specifically Bourbon Street.
Meredith has wondered when she might find her way down here. She has poured her first few days in the city into work, adjusting herself to a new hospital, new colleagues, and new procedures. When she isn’t at the hospital, she is unpacking things in her new apartment (she does her best to ensure it doesn’t look like the home a thirty something year old divorcee).
But she is about to change up her routine.
She weaves in out of the drunken Friday night crowd, taking in the sights. This entire place feels like it is made for debauchery and she finds that she is not entirely against it. In the end, she slips into a bar, already grinning at the live music pumping through the place.
“I guess I have to bourbon, huh?” She asks with a laugh when she seats herself on a stool. Soon she has a glass in hand and she is ready to enjoy whatever comes her way.