Secrets, Secrets...
I’ve always been good at keeping a secret. Well, relatively good. It’s really just another part of my job. Seriously -- Everybody around here knows that in addition to serving the best cocktails this side of Lake Washington, I also listen to secret after secret after …secret. One time, I did a little calculation and realized that a new secret makes its way into the ears of yours truly about every 8.3 minutes. And that, my friends, is on a bad night.
Like I said, I’m relatively good at keeping secrets. I mean, I know my secret-keeping skills are at least better than Nurse Debbie’s. Dude -- Deb has the loosest lips of all. If you ever need to tell someone about your boyfriend’s hand tremor or your one-night stand that turns out to be your boss, you DO NOT want to tell Nurse Debbie (unless you want all of Seattle Grace and half of Mercy West to know all of your business before lunchtime).
So, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning and I’m not just rambling about “secrets” for no good reason. I have a very good reason. An extremely good reason, as a matter of fact. It’s because Alex – of all people – asked me to keep a secret tonight. And, for those of you who don’t know, Alex doesn’t ask anybody to keep secrets for him. So it goes without saying that what he told me was huge. Monumental. Epic.
I hate to say this, folks, but I am not going to tell you what Alex told me tonight. See? I really am good at keeping secrets. That’d just be wrong. But there is something that I can tell you…
A few hours ago, Alex was in here acting really, really strange. Fumbling around the bar. Losing a darts game to some ER intern. Telling me to keep the change when he handed over a $50 bill for a tab that totaled $24.83. It was bizarre. And, what happened next made things even more peculiar…
Addison walked in and immediately stopped in her heels when she took one look at Alex sitting at the bar. She even dropped her purse. Alex turned around to look at Addison, just standing there like a deer in headlights, and he immediately averted his eyes. He promptly turned back around and asked me for a water. A water? Seriously? Alex Karev drinking a water in my bar? O-kay…
Addison ran out of the bar just as quickly as she came in. I passed Alex his water and asked what was up… That’s when he told me his secret. And he asked me not to say anything, so I can’t… You can infer whatever you want from the situation, but that’s all I’m givin’… For now.
Alex hung out for a little while longer before he took off. It’ll be pretty interesting to see how this one pans out…
Later on, Callie stopped by for a quick drink. I asked her about George and she said he was hanging in there. It’s gotta be rough. I can only imagine what he’s going through right now. Not fun.
I think Callie got a little offended when I asked why she wasn’t over at the hospital with George. She said that George is fine – he’s got Izzie. Something in the way Callie said Izzie’s name told me that she was just a little bit irritated. Who knows? The most important thing is that George has someone by his side tonight…
Oh yeah -- Apparently, Burke and Cristina are still not speaking to each other. A silent relationship. How very… Burktina.
Well I, for one, am exhausted. It’s pretty late and I think I’m coming down with a little bit of a cold. Speaking of which… Mark Sloan. He stopped by for a minute and left, sneezing and coughing all over the place. He was a regular old crankasaurus tonight – In a horrible mood! He blamed it on the weather. All this rain. He hates Seattle. That’s about all he told me. …Or did he? Wouldn’t you like to know? Ah, well, I told you -- I’m good at keeping secrets!
Until next time….
- Joe the Bartender
