Mere's crashed in a room somewhere. Alex enters and flings himself down next to her. He asks her what she's doing and she says she's hiding. "All riiiiight," he says smirkingly. "So you slept with O'Malley. Big deal. Get over it already." Mere's stunned. "He told you?" Now Alex is stunned. "What? No. I…I was just kidding! Well, it's not like I should be surprised." "Why not?" asks Mere. "Because when your life is sucking, you get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men. It's your thing. Whatever. I find it charming." HA HA HA HA. Oh, Alex. I think I love you just a little bit right there.
Mere says that Alex sleeps with inappropriate women when sober, and he says that it was just one inappropriate woman and Izzie's forgiven him for it. Mere says that Izzie hasn't forgiven him. Alex says she has and that they're together. Mere says that Izzie may be sleeping with him, but she'll never see him the way she saw him before he screwed Olivia. "Why're you trying to piss me off?" asks Alex. Heh. "You're trying to suggest that it's forgivable for you to sleep with Olivia but unforgivable for me to sleep with George." "You told him?!" says George, who's just entered the room. He freaks out and runs off and Mere and Alex run after him. "Dude! Chill!" calls Alex. "YOU CHILL!" says George. "I'M NOT -- I WILL NOT CHILL." No shit. Izzie runs into them and asks what's up and Alex says, "Fetus is freaking out." HA HA HA. Man, I'm loving Alex in this episode.
Cristina joins the pity parade as Mere tries to talk George down from the ledge. George snaps that Meredith didn't respect his privacy and that he wanted to keep his mouth shut, but nooooo! She just had to spill it, didn't she. They run into a stairwell and Mere wants to talk and George is like, too late for talking, lady! "You told everyone that we had sex!" he hollers as the rest of the Medicine Crüe clamber up behind Mere. "You had sex?" shouts Izzie. "You had sex with George?" shouts Cristina. "You didn't tell them?" shouts George. "No," says Mere quietly. "DAMMIT!" shouts George, running off and then…falling down a flight of stairs. Alex giggles. Heh.
Sad Sack Room of Piteous Pishers Who Need to Purchase a Set of Brass Balls at the Nearest He-Man Emporium, STAT! George is sitting on a table as the Medicine Crüe watches from the hallway. "Go away!" he pleads with them. They move off, and Meredith asks the Crüe if George is going to be okay. Alex says he just dislocated his shoulder, so he's going to be fine. "That's not exactly what I meant," she whines. Cristina kind of gives her an "Oh, you don't get to feel sorry for yourself today, Miss Thang!" look. Izzie starts to walk off, but turns to deliver some homespun judgment all over Mere's ass. "Meredith," she says, "if you can't make this right, if you can't fix things with George, just so you know, if it comes to choosing sides, I'm on his." Hey, thanks for that, Izzie! By the way, I'll remember this when you come to me crying that Alex gave you the CLAP and a scorching case of CRABS and you'll want a non-judgmental shoulder to cry on, okay?