The strobe lights pulsated across her closed eyes as she raised her hands and ran them through her thick raven hair. A light sheen of sweat glazed the back of her neck as she allowed the music and cocaine to dictate her movements. Her quickening heartbeat remained metronomic with the heavy thump of the bass that filled the club. A set of strong hands found their way around her hips as her hand came out of her hair and wrapped around the back of the man's neck before entangling into his hair. As the drop came and her pupils dilated she opened her eyes to a wonderful high before turning her head slightly and capturing his lips with her own.

Such was Callie Torres' night. It followed a similar pattern most nights as her close social group maintained a monopoly over self-indulgent partying and living in New York. They would start most nights at 11, drinking at any one of the penthouse apartments that their parents had endowed them with. Taking whatever they wanted, whenever they felt like it before making their way underground where Callie would take to the dance floor, leaving her thoughts and cares behind her as she lost herself in the lights and music. Most nights men and sometimes women who occasionally ran with her crowd, who she knew only after the sun went down, would approach her. Tonight it was Dylan, she'd been there with him before, he was familiar, he was good, and he was what she wanted in that moment. And so she said brief goodbyes to her friends, promising to meet Mark and Addison for coffee before their classes the next day and took Dylan's car back to his place.

She snuck out once they were done. Fixing her hair and makeup in the bathroom while she waited for her driver to collect her. A brief smile crossed her lips as she looked Dylan over on her way out. He really was quite cute when he slept. As the elevator closed she stared at her reflection in the mirrored doors. Her impeccable complexion coupled with her diet and exercise meant that the toll these nights wore on her was rarely visible externally. As she met her driver Luca at the door they exchange the same cursory glance and smirk that they always did. Opening the door for her, Luca remarked

"Seems to be a favourite of yours this one" earning him a chuckle from Callie before they began their short journey back to her family home. The sun was just beginning to rise over the briefly quiet New York streets, it was Callie's favourite time to be on the streets as the orange hue of the sun tinted everything with a peaceful golden colour. She closed her eyes and allowed the feeling of contentment to wash over her as a soft smile only intensified the serene beauty that she carried with her everywhere.

She left the car and Luca as she made her way up to the penthouse her family had lived in since she was five. Tiptoeing her way to her bedroom she quickly undressed before stepped into a steaming hot shower to wash away the previous night and start her Friday morning afresh.

Looking through her wardrobe without much care or thought, she pulled out a pair of faded and ripped jeans as well as a crisp white shirt. Pulling them on before adding a black pair of ankle boots and her favourite long chain silver necklace. She applied a small amount of mascara and a bright red shade of lipstick before making her way downstairs to the family dining room for the Friday breakfast she always shared with her father. Her mother and sister were in Mexico for the next two weeks and the house had a peaceful quiet that Callie was grateful for given that the after effects of the night were beginning to cause a dull ache in her head.

Walking into the dining room she spotted her father hidden partially behind the day's edition of the New York Times. She pulled the paper down in front of his face and smiled brilliantly at him as she kissed his cheek and took her seat.

"And how are we this morning Calliope?" he enquired as he took a sip of his coffee

"Fine thanks Daddy. Looking forward to the weekend" Callie replied as she set about putting yoghurt and muesli into her bowl.

"I'm sure you are. I actually have a small favour to ask of you"

"Sure. What is it?" Callie was curious to know as it unusual for her father to ask anything of her.

"A business associate and close friend of mine has just moved here permanently with his family from Colorado. His daughter is around your age and will be transferring to Columbia Med at the start of the new semester. I promised that you would give her a hand as they adjusted to the move, help show her around and introduce her to some people, that sort of thing"

"Daddy I don't know if she'll exactly get along with my group. We're not exactly used to welcoming new people. I mean, we've all known each other since prep school" Callie began to protest, not really wanting to add the tasks of taking care of a newbie on top of her class work and social commitments.

"Please Calliope, it would mean a lot to me. Daniel is an old friend and the family has just gone through a tough time. His daughter is wonderful, I'm sure she'd have no trouble fitting in" Carlos replied as he busied himself with getting ready to leave for work.

"Fine. But if she's supposed to hang out with us then we'll need an extra courtside seat for tonight. Derek and Meredith already asked for the spares"

"I'll have Francesca organise it and let Arizona know to come by at seven tonight" Carlos replied with a smile, kissing Callie on the cheek as he made his way out the apartment. Callie remained seated and let out a heavy sigh. Whoever this Arizona was, Callie just hoped that she'd find her feet quickly so that she didn't need to be around for too long.