Maybe This Time
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fic_variationsTitle: Maybe This Time
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Music/Home. Addison Montgomery (#1)
Words: 495
Spoilers: For all episodes of both Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice that have currently aired. Specifically, starts after her recent appearance on Grey's.
Warnings: N/A
Author's Notes: First time writing her - unsure if I got even close to finding her 'voice'. Opinions loved. Lyrics included are Maybe This Time, from Cabaret. Characters are, sadly, not mine. I'm not affiliated. I mean no harm.
“..and what do you find there? Chaos. Pure chaos,” she muttered to herself. She was crouched down at the lower cabinets of her kitchen. “Your ex-husband not dating his mistress, but some nurse. Feeling compassion for the mistress? What is wrong with you?” She triumphantly raised a bottle of wine over her head. “Aha! Found you.” She got to her feet, wavering just a bit at the fast motion. When certain she wasn't going to tip over she nodded to herself and continued on.
She moved to where she had her wine glass already sitting out and picked it up, then walked towards the living room. “One of your few friends back there is becoming a lesbian, your mentor is still losing his mind, and Bailey...” she shook her head and flopped onto the couch. “Yes, we are happy to not be there.” She turned the wine and looked at the label. Then spoke to it. “Aren't we? We are. Happy, happy, happy...” With a grunted sigh she yanked the cork from the partially consumed bottle of wine and poured some into her glass.
“Home!” She toasted herself and took a long sip. She saw the bottom. “Oh. Empty. Not good.” She poured herself another glass and thought a moment. There was just one thing missing. She left the bottle leaning against the back of the couch and got to her feet. It took another moment to make sure she was stable, then she went to the CD player and riffled around a bit. When the music finally came on she turned around dramatically, a drop of wine sloshing over the side of the glass and onto the carpet. She looked down at it and wondered if she should be concerned...but then the vocals started and it didn't matter.
She made her way back to the couch in beat to the song. “Maybe this time, I'll be lucky, maybe this time I'll win...” she sang along – badly – and lay back down. The bottle of wine found her free hand in no time and she held both bottle and glass as she sang along. In between belting it out she had to refill her glass as half had spilled out and the other half had made it's way down her throat.
By the bottom of the bottle she was laying quietly and counting the popcorns on the ceiling. She looked to her chest where her wine glass was standing, her hand keeping it still. She stared at it intensely. One eye open, one eye closed, both eyes open. “Are you have full or half empty?” She asked the glass. She frowned slightly and tilted her head. “Hmm?” She brought the glass to her lips and tossed it back in one swallow. With a nod she set the glass to the floor. “All empty. And I'm all full.” Her eyes drifted shut in sleep and drunkenness, but a smile remained on her lips.
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Music/Home. Addison Montgomery (#1)Words: 495
Spoilers: For all episodes of both Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice that have currently aired. Specifically, starts after her recent appearance on Grey's.
Warnings: N/A
Author's Notes: First time writing her - unsure if I got even close to finding her 'voice'. Opinions loved. Lyrics included are Maybe This Time, from Cabaret. Characters are, sadly, not mine. I'm not affiliated. I mean no harm.
“..and what do you find there? Chaos. Pure chaos,” she muttered to herself. She was crouched down at the lower cabinets of her kitchen. “Your ex-husband not dating his mistress, but some nurse. Feeling compassion for the mistress? What is wrong with you?” She triumphantly raised a bottle of wine over her head. “Aha! Found you.” She got to her feet, wavering just a bit at the fast motion. When certain she wasn't going to tip over she nodded to herself and continued on.
She moved to where she had her wine glass already sitting out and picked it up, then walked towards the living room. “One of your few friends back there is becoming a lesbian, your mentor is still losing his mind, and Bailey...” she shook her head and flopped onto the couch. “Yes, we are happy to not be there.” She turned the wine and looked at the label. Then spoke to it. “Aren't we? We are. Happy, happy, happy...” With a grunted sigh she yanked the cork from the partially consumed bottle of wine and poured some into her glass.
“Home!” She toasted herself and took a long sip. She saw the bottom. “Oh. Empty. Not good.” She poured herself another glass and thought a moment. There was just one thing missing. She left the bottle leaning against the back of the couch and got to her feet. It took another moment to make sure she was stable, then she went to the CD player and riffled around a bit. When the music finally came on she turned around dramatically, a drop of wine sloshing over the side of the glass and onto the carpet. She looked down at it and wondered if she should be concerned...but then the vocals started and it didn't matter.
She made her way back to the couch in beat to the song. “Maybe this time, I'll be lucky, maybe this time I'll win...” she sang along – badly – and lay back down. The bottle of wine found her free hand in no time and she held both bottle and glass as she sang along. In between belting it out she had to refill her glass as half had spilled out and the other half had made it's way down her throat.
By the bottom of the bottle she was laying quietly and counting the popcorns on the ceiling. She looked to her chest where her wine glass was standing, her hand keeping it still. She stared at it intensely. One eye open, one eye closed, both eyes open. “Are you have full or half empty?” She asked the glass. She frowned slightly and tilted her head. “Hmm?” She brought the glass to her lips and tossed it back in one swallow. With a nod she set the glass to the floor. “All empty. And I'm all full.” Her eyes drifted shut in sleep and drunkenness, but a smile remained on her lips.
