She rolls over to the sound of her alarm clock. She opens her eyes, as she grapples for the noxious sound. She feels somewhat groggy as she rolls towards the alarm clock. The device quits alarming before she reaches it. She finds herself lying against a warm body. The covers shift, and she finds a familiar face lying next to her. She blinks trying to recall the details surrounding this sleeping arrangement.
"Morning," she smiles.
"Jane," he greets her.
Details slowly, and fuzzily begin to come into focus. Her head throbs, "How much did we have to drink last night, Martinez?"
He grins, "You somehow convinced Maura to agree to a bet."
Jane flashes back to sitting at a table at the Dirty Robber, surrounded by shot glasses. She furrows her brow.
"You don't remember?" He assumes.
"I remember drinking," she admits.
"You bet her that you could drink more shots than I could."
"Why would Maura ever agree to that, and what would she have bet?"
"If you won, she had to agree to go on a date with Kent."
"If I lost?"
"You would never mention it again."
She can visualize the table from the previous night. "Twenty shot glasses," she responds.
"After five shots your mother very kindly agreed to bring you water."
"You let me win?" She stares at him with a look of outrage.
"She agreed, but when she brought them, they were all water."
"Does Maura know?"
Martinez shakes his head, "That is where things went south, really. Kent was there, and he asked Maura to dance. When she left the table, you initiated contact. We left about ten minutes later. They were still dancing."
She opens her eyes, and as she exhales, her head throbs. She lies still, and flat for several moments, waiting for the feeling to subside. As she lies in her bed, staring at the ceiling she begins clearing her mind. She recounts her dream. She exhales again, and hears a sharp inhale. Her left arm moves towards the center of the bed. Her finds stop against the contours of someone's back. Her eyes widen as she realizes the events she is recalling actually happened, and not subconsciously. She slowly shifts into a sitting position, pulling the covers with her as she moves. She carefully positions herself against the headboard of the bed. She turns her head toward her left, and finds that she is not alone. She is in someone else's room. The party lying next to her remains sound asleep. She slowly, and carefully slips out of the bed. She quietly collects her clothing, and leaves the room.
She quickly answers her text message, as soon as she steps out of the shower. She secures her unruly main in a restraint, and towels off. She gathers clothing, haphazardly putting it on. She races down the stairs, and grabs her car keys. She pulls the door open, and finds Maura standing on her doorstep.
"I thought you wanted me to meet you for coffee," Jane admits.
Maura holds out a cup of caffeine to her. Jane slips it from her hand, and ushers her in. Maura follows her to the kitchen, and takes a seat at the counter.
"Maura?" Jane realizes that Maura hasn't responded.
"I was just outside," Maura admits.
"Why?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"About what?"
"I need your advice," Maura answers.
Jane pauses, and looks at Maura more closely. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail, and her clothes are slightly wrinkled. Jane gasps.
"Those are your emergency clothes."
"What would make you think that?"
"There is half a wrinkle," Jane answers.
Maura looks down at her button down, "So there is."
"Those are the emergency clothes that you leave in your car. I know, because you described them to me once. Khaki's, flats, and a boring cream button down."
"Let's not talk about me, let's talk about you," she suggests.
"I would prefer not to," Jane argues.
"You left without saying a word last night," Maura points out.
"Wait a minute, what did you want advice about?"
"Just pretend I never uttered that phrase," Maura suggests.
"What do you need advice about? Why are you wearing your emergency clothes? Did you go home last night? Did you do the hokey pokey with a certain someone last night?" Jane can't help but grin.
"The hokey pokey? Since when do you refer to sexual intercourse as the hokey pokey?" She furrows her brow.
"That was a tactic, and it worked. You just admitted to doing the deed."
"I did not admit to anything. I just responded to your questions."
"With questions, I might add," Jane replies.
"Oh."
"Did you, or did you not have sexual intercourse with Kent last night?"
She covers her face with her hands, and says nothing.
"Maura you don't have to answer, you face already said everything I needed to know."
Her hands fall to her sides, "What am I supposed to do now? I work with him every single day. It is going to be awkward."
"Was it awkward?"
Maura quickly changes the subject, "You left in a hurry last night."
"I had too much to drink," Jane argues.
"Your mother replaced your alcohol with water after the third shot."
Jane furrows her brow, "The third shot?"
"You had already had two beers," Maura reminds her.
"Was that on your direction?"
"Does it matter? You got what you wanted."
"I never said sleep with him."
"I am fairly certain that you have said, and I quote, 'Just sleep with him, and get it over with,' on more than one occasion."
Jane takes a sip of her coffee, "Maura this coffee is excellent."
"Did Martinez bring you home last night?"
"I took a cab," she recalls.
"Alone?"
"Alone? Someone had to drive the cab."