Olivia slipped into her dark blue jeans and turned to the side to see herself in the mirror. It wasn't often that she went out but tonight she intended to get so drunk that she couldn't remember the horror that the cases from today brought her. She needed to be reassured that sex could be a good thing, something that both people want. Once she was satisfied that her jeans properly accentuated her ass, she slipped on a flowing red tank top that allowed a generous amount of cleavage to show. She checked herself in the mirror once more before messing up her brown locks a bit. Perfect.

Twenty minutes later, she was at a club, the bass pumping through her veins, bodies rubbing up against her, beautiful men and women filling her view. She scanned the bar before finding an empty seat and ordering herself a shot. Before a drink could be poured for her, a man was already leaning next to her barstool. "A gorgeous woman like you certainly didn't come here alone?" He asked.

Olivia turned to see him before answering. Tall, dark, and handsome to a T. "Oh but I did," Olivia replied with a wink. The woman next to her got up and left which allowed the man to sit down next to her.

"Well if that's the case how about I buy you a drink?" He asked with a charming smile.

"I just ordered," Olivia explained but decided not to let this one go, "but you can drink with me and take me out to the dance floor instead."

He grinned at her and nodded. "Bourbon on the rocks," he told the bartender before turning back to Olivia. "Peter," he said as he held out his hand for Olivia.

"Olivia," She responded as she shook his hand. She picked up her shot glass which was now in front of her and downed the vodka. After a few minutes of small talk, Peter led her out onto the dance floor where they grinded for close to half an hour. She gyrated her ass seductively against his groin as he gripped harder into her hips, clearly trying to control his urges. Olivia grinned when she felt his member pressing into her; she always took it as a compliment. She tipped her head back against his shoulder and turned to his ear. "I think I could use some water," She stated before pulling away from him and heading to the bar.

They both settled down next to each other once again. "You're an amazing dancer," Peter commented as he ordered himself another drink.

"Mm, thank you. You're not too bad yourself," Olivia said as she nudged his shoulder flirtatiously. She glanced past Peter's face when she saw a shimmer of gold. She narrowed in on that shimmer which was actually long blonde hair cascading down a woman's back. Her eyes casually ran up and down the woman's body. While she may have been flirting with a man tonight, she was always open to both sexes. The blonde was wearing a pair of four inch fuck me black pumps and Olivia felt her mouth water. For a moment she considered going over to her and trying to take her home but Peter was nice enough.

The blonde took a step away from the bar and turned to face someone standing behind her. Olivia noticeably gulped as the blonde's chest came into view. She was wearing a skin tight red dress that dropped so low in the front Olivia was sure she'd be greeted with a more than generous amount of breasts. The dress had slits on both sides of her torso which allowed Olivia the perfect view of pale skin contrasting with the red of the dress.

"Olivia?" Peter's voice pulled her out of her arousal induced haze.

"Yeah? Sorry, I zoned out there," Olivia replied as she turned her attention back to Peter.

"That's alright. Can I buy you another?" He asked, gesturing to her empty glass.

"I think I'll stick with water," Olivia answered with a polite smile. They made small talk for a few more minutes as Olivia stole glances at the blonde, begging for her to turn so Olivia could see her face. She was afraid that she might have a heart attack if the woman's face was as gorgeous as her body although that seemed to be true considering all the attention she was attracting at the bar.

She glanced over as Peter ordered his own drink, her eyebrows furrowing. The blonde woman had her back pressed against the countertop of the bar and a man was standing in front of her, his hands on her skin where the dress had slits. It was very obvious that the blonde was leaning away from him and did not want the attention that she was receiving, especially when she weakly put her hands against his chest and tried to push away.

Peter slid another glass of water in front of her and she nodded in thanks before peering over at the blonde once more. The man pulled her away from the bar and she stumbled slightly in a drunken haze. He wrapped an arm possessively around her waist as he led her to the exit. Olivia watched them curiously as she shook her head and turned away from the door; the man was clearly trying to take her home but she was resistant to the idea.

For a moment Olivia wondered how drunk the blonde must be. She was stumbling a little bit but that might also be in part from the high heels that were far too high for normal attire. The man pulled her over to a booth, sliding in before she sat down. Instantly she was holding her head between her hands. Olivia clenched her jaw as she watched the man's hands wander under the table, running up the blonde's thighs and under her very short dress. The blonde weakly protested as she pushed his hands back down but he used one of his large hands to move both of hers, pinning them to the table while his other hand slipped up her dress.

"Excuse me," Olivia said to Peter before rising from her seat and walking over to the booth. She shot daggers at the man who was too busy looking down the blonde's top to notice. Olivia cleared her throat as she leaned over to the blonde. "Hey, sweetie. Sorry I'm late." Olivia leaned down and gently kissed the woman on the cheek, instantly causing the blonde to look up at Olivia in confusion along with the man. "Who is this?" Olivia asked, gesturing to the pervert next to the blonde.

The blonde peered up at her and Olivia felt her breath leave her body. God, was she gorgeous. Long blonde hair, slightly curled, cascading around her pale face, accentuated by ice blue eyes. The man's hands had long since abandoned the blonde's thighs. "Who the hell are you?" He asked as he glared at Olivia.

"Her girlfriend, so why don't you explain why your hands were trying to grope my girl?" Olivia asked as she squared her shoulders and towered over him.

"She didn't saying nothing 'bout a girlfriend," He responded as he looked towards the blonde.

"I don't think she had to considering she kept pushing you away. Come on, sweetie," Olivia said as she held her hand out for the blonde, hoping she wasn't too drunk and would play along. The blonde looked up at her once more before taking Olivia's hand. Olivia pulled her up and against her body, carefully wrapping a possessive arm around her lower back as she glared at the man. "I suggest you leave before I call the cops. No means no you perv," Olivia told the man before leading the blonde towards the exit.

"Thanks," The blonde muttered as she held onto Olivia for support as she wavered slightly.

"Olivia!" Olivia stopped walking and turned around to see Peter walking towards her. "I don't suppose I'm lucky enough to go home with both of you, huh?"

Olivia chuckled at his comment. "I can't speak for her but let's go with no. I had a really nice time with you though so thank you."

"Here," Peter said as he pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Olivia. "On the back is my cell, call me if you want."

"Thanks," Olivia replied before leading the blonde out to her car.

"Whoa, 'm not…" The blonde stutter as she pulled away from getting into the car.

"It's okay," Olivia replied as she leaned the blonde against the car. She opened open the door and grabbed something out of the glove department. "NYPD, I'm a detective and I intend to escort you home since you're drunk," Olivia told the woman as she held out her badge for the blonde to see.

The blonde picked it up and fiddled with it momentarily before placing it back in Olivia's palm. "Mkay," She mumbled before allowing Olivia to help her into the car. Olivia carefully shut the door behind the blonde and walked around to the other side of the car before hopping into the driver's seat.

She glanced over at the blonde whose head was lulling back against the headrest. "Can you tell me your address?" Olivia asked as the blonde's head fell limp to the side. "Hello?" Olivia asked as she nudged the blonde's shoulder. Great, now she had a drunk girl in her car and had no clue where she lived. Olivia eyed up the blonde, looking for a purse which she wasn't carrying which meant she probably stuck her driver's license and phone somewhere on her body which Olivia didn't feel right looking for.

She thought about taking the blonde to the precinct and having her sleep in the crib but decided against it since she had no clue if anyone was still at the precinct and she didn't have a key on her. After debating a bit and trying to get the blonde's attention once more and failing, Olivia decided to go to her apartment. The blonde, who still remained unnamed, could sleep on her bed and she could take the couch.