Summary: Andrea can't leave Miranda in Paris and goes to a bar with a sad Nigel. Now she come back to the hotel drunk and feeling bold. Tension is in the air...

You will hear me now, lady!

Chapter 1/3

Saying that she was shocked after the announcement would be an understatement. Surprise and outrage were best applied words to define her feelings. Poor Nigel, he had no idea of what would happen, hoping, as always for the best. When sacrifices are required, kings and queens cut off the heads of their vassal rather than their own flesh. Nigel learned this rule in a painful situation, but still had the dignity to say that the queen of fashion would reward him.

To be honest Andy had her doubts. In the car, she had tried to argue with Miranda, but was silenced while being accused of leaving Emily behind her. For a brief moment she thought of sending everything to hell, but saw her courage disaper as she remembered that she no longer had a home or a relationship. She Need's the job, period. When Miranda looked back there she was, ready to satisfy her needs. Now, sitting across an drunk Nigel in a bar, she felt resentment rise as the drink's were served.

"Nigel, honestly, I don't know how you can still believe that she will compensate your loyalty later. I understand she did what she did to save her own skin, but that just means that everyone is necessity until the circumstances change, and that we are nothing but disposable pieces in the game these people play. "

"Honestly Andy, you're e so naive sometimes. What do you though? That she would protect any of us instead of her own neck? Jesus, even you can't be that dumb!"

"Hey, don't call me dumb, I'm at your side buddy! I'm just saying (hiccup), I'm just saying... I really have something to say, but I can't remember know"

"Ok, I will help you with that! Hey! You! waiter! Bring more of this thing... what are we drinking anyway?"

"I don't know Nigel, something with tequila, and, and… whatever… What I was saying is that she can't treat people like that, who she thinks she is?"

"She doesn't think kiddo, she definitely is. Look, we are here to drown my pain and turn the page ok? Tomorrow is a new day and we will always hope for the best."

"The best my ass! That woman is infuriating. For almost eight months she keeps torturing me with impossible tasks' and her sharp tongue. I have feelings you know… maybe I'm not a intrep… (hiccup)…an intrepid girl but I'm not one of those brainless models that suck her balls everyday!"

"Ok, let me see if I get it. You jump from my dismissal to your personal issues... Come on, you're unbelievable!"

"What? Nigel, we are talking about her and her absurd behavior. What I'm saying is that she can't keep treating people like this"

"Six, I think that alcohol must have damage your brain cells cause you speaking nonsense."

A heavy silence surround the table, while the two drunk friends thought in their future course of actions. Andy thought giggling that drunken people could be classified in groups according to their preponderant behavior. There were funny drunks that could be seeing laughing with no apparent reason. The angry ones, that would probably find a way to have a fight until the end of the night. The honest ones that would say everything they were thinking without social filters – Nigel was in this group, and finally the bold ones, that would show unusually bravado. Andy was definitely a member of the last group.

"What I'm saying Nigel is that I don't care who she is, I'm done with her! I won't be treated like her shoes... wait a second... she definitely treats her shoes better than me"

"You know what Six, I'm sick of both of you!"

"What? Wait, what have I done?"

"What I mean is that I'm sick of your denial!"

"Ok, just a second Nigel... first, why are you screaming at me? And second... what denial?"

"Oh, come on! You two should solve your sexual tension and leave the rest of us alone!"

"Sex.. sexual tension? What do you mean? Are you crazy?

"You know girl, people are starting to talk"

"What people? Talking about what?"

"People Andy is anyone who spend more than two minutes in the same room that you ladies. Maybe you believe that you are discrete, but I know better..."

"Ok, now the brain damage is affecting you! Listen to your bullshit!"

"Bullshit Andy? Are you sure? Are you really saying that you two never look at each other in a hungry way? Are you telling me that you never disrobe each other with your eyes?"

"Jesus Nigel! Listen, I don't know what you talking about… Miranda and I have a strictly professional relationship and that's all"

"You see, you're even sounding like her! You talk about that woman all the time, you think of her every minute of your day and if this is not attraction, or love or… or… I don't know, but the point is: work your issues and leave me alone!"

"Fine, you know what, I'm sick of you, I'm sick of Miranda, I'm sick of my job, I'm sick! And I'm leaving now!"

Andy stands on trembling legs and leaves the bar. Outside she realizes that she is indeed very drunk and decides to take a cab to return to the hotel. After a few minutes of ride she could no longer remember why she was so furious with Nigel, but she knew one thing: that lady would have to listen to her, even if she didn't want to.

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TBC