A/N: This sequel to Hey, Hey Bartender chronicles the life of Alex and Piper as Alex's bar thrives across the street to Piper's soap company. It picks up a close but indeterminate time immediately following the rock-music wedding.

Piper sat there with her drink in front of her, jiggling her leg. She spun the glass, wet with condensation round and round on the napkin, watching the glass as it chewed a hole in the fibers. She glanced at the TV, watching the random old music interview video playing along with the 70's music screaming from the bar's speakers. She kept looking over her shoulder to the door, feeling the deja-vue of the situation.

Polly was always late to places. It was even worse today because she and Alex had to pack for their honeymoon. Piper let her mind drift back to the first time she had sat on this stool. Polly had tried to set her up with a blind date which ended up being quite disastrous. The hot dark haired bartender had saved her night by entertaining her until Polly, Pete, and the other guy – whose name Piper can't recall – left. Piper smiled as she looked at the wedding band now sitting on her finger. That hot bartender was now her wife.

Piper looked around the bar, realizing how much it had changed. Previously it's dark interior was adorned with a variety of 70's and 80's rock posters. Due to a freak accident, the bar had been completely remodeled and the rock posters replaced with a myriad of photographs and album covers signed by quite famous singers and bands along with obscure ones as well. By the door where an odd mural had once been painted was an incredible, larger than life depiction of a Rolling Stone cover. The painting was a black and white image of Joan with her eyes closed, toking on a huge fatty. She had on a black tank and pants with her black guitar slung low across her hips. Joan Jett herself had autographed the mural. Accompanying the painting was a photo of Joan with the entire bar staff. It was one of the most treasured photos in the transformed joint.

"Here you go blondie." Alex's familiar rough, deep voice sounded behind Piper, startling her from her reminiscing. The bartender tossed down a napkin and sprinkled a bit of salt atop it before placing a fresh drink down. "Oh the house. The salt will keep the napkin from getting destroyed." Her chuckle resonated in Piper's chest. Alex got a kick out of saying that to Piper as another throwback to the night they met. "Polly's late again, huh?" Alex took the stool next to Piper.

Piper groaned. "Of course. I am surprised she actually showed up on time for our wedding. She knows my time today is limited. I think she does this on purpose. You'd think she was across town when she's only across the street damn it." Piper spun on her barstool to look at her new wife who was exactly the same as Piper remembered on that first day. Alex was quite tall and lanky with long black hair flowing down her back and over her shoulders. Her hair was partially pulled back by black glasses she kept pushed on top of her head. She was wearing one of what must be a hundred sleeveless old rock band t-shirt which showed off her striking tattoo on one arm. Piper frown turned to a broad smile.

Alex wiped her hands with a bar towel. "Why are you grinning Pipes? Like what you see?" Alex arched one eyebrow and cocked her head sideways, peering at Piper. "I'm going to take advantage of the ever so late Polly to double check the schedules and make sure everything is taken care of." Alex turned to walk back to her office.

"Hey babe. Will you order me a burger… and some fries?" Piper shouted behind her.

"We don't do table service!" Alex shouted back then chuckled as she placed Piper's order with Luschek.

By the time Polly finally came through the front door, Piper had already dug into her burger. "Sorry Piper, I lost track of time."

Piper held up her hand, silencing Polly. "Shhh don't disturb the food."

Polly shook her head as she headed over to the bar to order a soft drink from Nicky.

"Oh, so the allusive business partner exists and blesses us with her presence." Nicky could never resist harassing Polly. Then again, pestering her was always so easy. Nicky slid the soda over to Polly with just enough force so that Polly had to grab the glass before it slid off the edge. "Good catch."

Rolling her eyes, Polly went back to sit with Piper. "Ugh! I don't know how you stand that crazy haired woman!"

"Oh she's harmless," Piper mumbled through her mouth stuffed with fries.

"Gross Piper. Just gross." Piper chuckled as Polly pulled a schedule from the folder she had carried in. "These are the orders we recently received and how much time I've calculated it will take to process the orders." When Piper leaned over to look at the numbers, a glob of mustard fell to the paper. "Damn it Piper. Get your priorities in order. I stopped working to come over here to sort things out with you and you can't sit down your fucking food."

Piper wiped the grease from the corners of her mouth. "Wait a damned minute Pol. I was here over an hour waiting on your late ass. Pardon me for getting hungry and feeding myself. I should be at home packing right now. Don't ruin my honeymoon by arguing."

Polly wiped off the paper as best she could and continued to explain how many workers she was bringing in to help with the order. They would be a mix of bartenders who had temporarily filled in while Alley's had been under reconstruction and newbies. "I thought this would be a perfect time for them to help train the new people."

"It looks great Pol. Just don't be calling me because Poussey and Taystee start fooling around with one of their skits or something. I know how you hate it when Amanda and Mackenzie show up!"

"Whatever! So is there anything else you can think of Piper?"

"Nope, I'm sure you have it all under control." Piper was not about to alter Polly's plan or add to it. If she even entertained the idea, she and Alex would never get out of there in time. "Thanks for taking care of things Polly."

"No problem. Drink some fruity drinks for me!"

Alex and Piper finally were packed, loaded and ready to make the drive to LAX. They had decided this would be easier than catching a commuter flight and worrying about delays. The flight from LAX went directly to Tahiti and from there they would fly to Moorea and then to Bora Bora. The quiet French Polynesian islands seemed like a perfect escape to the hustle and bustle of their normal lives.

After dropping their car off in long-term parking, the women lugged their bags to the shuttle and made their way to the Tom Bradley International Terminal Air Tahiti Nui. Despite the late hour of the flight, the check-in line was long and seemingly moving at a snail's pace.

Finally, Piper plopped down next to the bags, sighing in disgust. "Alex, this line literally has not moved an iota. We've been here for half an hour." She pulled off one of her flip flops and started fanning herself. Reaching up, Piper yanked on the cuff of Alex's cut-offs. "Sit down with me babe."

Alex stood on her toes, as if this would help her have a better look at the ticket counter. "Well there are agents there who seem to be frantically working. I don't know what's up babe. But don't fret. This is our honeymoon. And I am taking the most beautiful woman to the most beautiful place on Earth." Alex leaned down, cupping Piper's face in her hands and gently kissed her on the lips then settled down on the floor next to her new wife.

Piper coyly slipped her hands beneath the sleeves of Alex's Motley Crue t-shirt. "Aren't you cold Al?" She ran her palms up and down Alex's arms.

Alex smile down at Piper. "With a hot woman such as yourself sitting next to me, how could I get cold?" Piper giggled and turned to lean against Alex.

After an hour had passed, everyone in the line was beginning to get restless. Some people had approached the ticket counter, only to be turned away without answer. Finally, one of the agents made an announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen. We apologize for the delay. It appears as though there is a labor dispute with the flight crew, and they are refusing to fly the plane. Another airline has graciously provided a plane and crew. While we await the arrival of their crew and they do their safety checks, it will be necessary for us to hand-write your boarding passes. This plane is of different configuration and we obviously do not have access to the other airline's ticketing system. While security is not yet open, we will start writing tickets. As you approach the ticket counter, please have your ticket confirmation information available and we will do our very best to accommodate you with comparable seats. Thank you for your patience."

A collective grumble arose from the large group of people in line. "Are they fucking serious?" The man behind Alex and Piper was livid.

Alex turned to face him, raising her eyebrow. "Hey, at least they are making efforts to accommodate us on another airline. I'm sure we will get there, just a few hours late. It's, what, eight or nine hours of flying, and they are bound to be able to make up some time in air."

The man laughed. "You don't understand this airline, ma'am. My wife and I have flown to the French Polynesia multiple times over the past few years." He turned to his wife and smiled. "It's her favorite place to visit, and I can't resist. But their flight crews have a reputation. What is a more likely scenario than a labor dispute is that the pilots got stinking drunk and got into a fist fight. It's happened before."

Alex began laughing. "Are you fucking serious?" The man nodded. "That's crazy."

"Yes, isn't it convenient they have a back-up, airline, AND crew ready to fly off into the sunset?" The man had calmed down and was now enjoying his audience with Alex.

Piper pulled herself to her feet and tapped Alex on the shoulder. "I'm going to go find some drinks babe. Do you want something?"

Alex nodded and turned to her new friend. "What about you and your wife?"

Piper agreed to get coffee for the four of them as well as some snacks if she could manage to carry it all back.

Slowly the line inched forward and everyone was settling as they felt progress was being made for the start of their vacation. True to the word of the agent who made the announcement, about 45 minutes in, a sharply dressed crew of men and women in colorful uniforms passed the check-in counter and through security.

Piper began clapping her hands as she scooted her bags forward in the shuffle of the line. "Look baby, that's our crew. We ARE going to get to go after all."

The flight was pleasant and the attendants did not at all seem to mind being pulled in for a trip overseas. The food was actually pleasant although Piper and Alex received quite different meals. Piper's was brought hers well before the attendant got to their row with the tray cart. Alex looked at her strangely. As Alex opened hers and realized hers was drastically different, she questioned Piper. "Fuck Pipes. Mine looks good, but yours looks even better. Why are you getting special treatment?" Piper blushed and looked away, down at her meal and began to eat. "Piper?"

Piper's sheepish expression was not a surprise as she said, "I kind of lied when I booked the flight that I was vegetarian. Some airline food really sucks. And on international flights, I've learned that the vegetarian fare is reliably more palatable. Plus, I get to eat first."

Alex chuckled. "Well I actually love this meal. Leave it to an airline serving tropical locations to serve excellent fish. And YOU can't have any."

Piper pouted. "Vegetarians eat fish."

"No Piper. Pescatarians eat fish, so you are stuck with your veggies!" Alex chuckled as she popped the last of her tasty fish into her mouth.

It was no time at all before the flight landed on the main island of the French Polynesia. They cleared customs, gathered their baggage and went out into the brightly lit, open air Papeete terminal. They found where to recheck their luggage to Moorea and dropped it off. Not sure what to do next, the pair looked around at all of the decorated stalls and realized that each represented a different travel company. Alex quickly located the travel company they had booked the trip with. The two woman greeted them warmly and placed a fragrant fresh lei around their neck.

The hostesses pointed to an island in the distance and explained that was how close Moorea was. Normally they would take a short ferry ride to reach the smaller island, but the waters were too choppy for the small boats to run. So short flights were running every half hour. Piper and Alex were shown where to sit and wait on the transfer which would take them to the beginning of their honeymoon.

When their small ride arrived and everyone was boarded, Piper was again bouncing with excitement. "I can't believe we are flying to another island that we can see." Of course Alex relented the window seat so that Piper could press her face against the plexi-glass. From the air, the scene was beautiful. The water was crystalline blue, and the foliage of the island was green and lush. The plane circled the island several times, perhaps to give the vacationers a birds-eye view of their paradise.

On the island, Piper and Alex met up with their driver to take them to the hotel. He was a chatty fellow, eager to show the women the sights along the way to their hotel. He stopped twice at spots that were particularly beautiful and encouraged them to get out to take pictures. Despite the length of time this added to their drive, the women were glad to have the extra commentary.

The main lobby of the resort was beautiful. The lush reception area had tall open ceilings with beautiful woodwork columns and woven decorations. Alex gave their names at the front desk, and the clerk directed them to a comfy seating area. Soon, another clerk dressed in traditional island garb approached them bearing two tall, fruity drinks and a clipboard. Piper took a sip of her drink and her eyes rolled back in her head. "This is delicious," she giggled.

Alex smiled at her wife and filled out the check-in information with the clerk. He explained that their hut was not yet ready since it was so early in the morning. "You are welcome to change clothes, freshen up and take a tour of our compound. We will find you when your room is ready." He shook both their hands and left them to their own devices.

Soon, the two were walking along one of beaches, amazed at the clearness of the water and the beauty of everything they laid their eyes on. Suddenly Piper caught a movement in the water and screamed. Alex looked in the water in hopes of finding what startled her bride. Piper skittered sideways as she shrieked again. Alex caught a slight glimpse of something but it quickly disappeared. Keeping her eyes on the spot she felt she last saw it, she motioned for Piper to hand her the camera.

Slowly Alex crept up, inch by inch. As she was about to put her foot down, the sand moved and a flat fish swam forward and settled back into the sand. "Fuck!" She snuck forward a tiny bit forward. Now that she knew what she was looking for, she was able to focus the camera on the spot and snap a few pictures. She pointed out the flounder.

"That scared the bejeesuz out of me Al. I thought I was a goner." Piper clung to Alex's arm as she reached her foot out to try to get him to move again. He quickly took off to the deeper part of the water to not be seen again. "I shall call him Fred Flat Fish."

"He's a flounder Pipes." Alex was definitely amused.

They continued their stroll, arm in arm, Piper with her head laying on Alex's shoulder. "I already feel so at peace Alex. This is going to be amazing."

After about an hour of wandering around the compound, a little golf cart pulled up. The tall, lank man said, "Mrs. Vause?"

Both women responded, "Yes?" Then laughed when they realized what they had done.

"Your room is ready. Would you like to come with me?"

The incredulous look on Alex's face showed her caution. The man had on a hotel uniform and was driving a hotel cart. "Ummm and you knew where to find us, how?"

The man chuckled. "It is my job to know. I have your picture and there aren't many places to hid on the compound. This is the route most people take when exploring. But I'd like to think I'm magical. Hop on." The women crawled onto the back seat of the cart and off they went.

The porter pulled up to a hut. "Your bags are inside. Shall we?" He offered Piper a hand to step out of the cart. He unlocked the door with a large brass key and handed it to Alex. He gave them a tour of the hut which was divided into two main areas, the sleeping area and lounging area. Pulling back the curtain in the lounging area exposed a glass sliding door. He showed them how to unlock it and how to re-secure it. After ensuring they were comfortable with everything, he graciously left.

As Piper and Alex looked out the sliding door onto the deck. They could step out of their hut right onto a secluded beach and into another shallow cove. Two beach chairs were positioned close to the deck along with an umbrella. The women had so many options on how to enjoy their solitude.

Alex wrapped her arms around Piper's waist. Pressing her lips against Piper's neck, she murmured into her hair. "Hi Mrs. Vause."

Piper turned in Alex's arms and pressed her lips against Alex's. "Hi yourself Mrs. Vause."

Piper reached up and grasped Alex's face in her hands and softly kissed her again. Alex involuntarily trembled as she gazed lovingly at her wife. Piper ran her hands across Alex's soft skin. She knew slipped her hands beneath Alex's shirt and Alex shuddered again at the touch.

"I have thought about you all today, Al. I'm aching for you," Piper whispered as she slid her hands down the crooks of Alex's arms.

Alex leaned forward to breathe into Piper's ear. "Are you now?" Now it was Piper who shivered from Alex's heated breath. She knew the answer. Alex leaned forward, running her tongue down Piper's neck to her throat, nibbling on her skin.

Piper lifted Alex's shirt over her head, exposing the bikini top that she had put on upon their arrival to the resort. Piper cupped Alex's ample breasts briefly then reached behind her to untie the strings, letting the small piece of cloth drop to the floor. Alex sucked her breath in then gently bared her teeth down on Piper's neck.

Piper pulled Alex's face to hers for a slow, deep, soul reaching kiss. "I love kissing you Mrs. Vause."

Alex smiled into the kiss. "I love for you to kiss me. I adore our long, soul-inflicting kisses, kisses that last for eternity."

Piper shuffled stepped them both towards the sleeping area until the back of Alex's knees hit the back of the bed. They giggled as they both fell back onto the bed. Alex wriggled backwards, pulling them both upwards on the bed.

"Then Mrs. Vause, I shall kiss you for eternity."