01. action; phone

[gdisnowpatrol]

I'm...guessing this antique doesn't have service to Seattle, does it? 

[a weak, awkward chuckle as Izzie tries to suppress a nervous breakdown]

Or, you know. Actually exist. I'm hallucinating, please Jesus tell me this is all one very messed up tequila-soaked dream...

Right. Well. Um. Hi. I'm Izzie. If someone could point me towards the nearest bus station and explain why I woke up in a pink, cat-printed nightgown I'd really, really appreciate it.


[Following the phone conversation...

A. Waking up at 748 Partridge, Izzie finds herself in a bed, sleeping next to someone she doesn't know, in a room with several stuffed animals. Feel free to see her with a catatonic D8 face

B. Izzie is wandering around town trying to find either a liquor store, bus station, computer or cell phone. Where is the friggin Wi-Fi?!]

Comments

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...the what?

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

A penis. I don't have a penis.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...oh. It's a sexist thing then. [Nall shuffles a bit, as if he's embarassed.]

...well that dumb. And what a loss for the dumb and ugly crowd of males in Mayfield. What will they do without the great equalizer of alcohol to help women overlook their obvious flaws? They're doomed.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[a long stare before Izzie bursts out laughing]

Oh, I like you.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

[Nall grins, he succeeded in making the pretty girl laugh! Hooray!]

If you want, I could ask one of the guys I live with if they could buy some alcohol for you. It's not the same as being able to visit a tavern, but it's something at least.