It's 11:30 at night and Olivia has somehow ended up at a bar in a sleazy part of town. Ok, maybe it's not sleazy but it's definitely not Olivia's scene. She needed to escape all of her problems so she hoped in her car and drove around until she stumbled into a bar 30 minutes from home called Last Call. She's downing her second shot when the bartender comes over to give her another drink.
"You might want to slow down."
The bartender's words make Olivia look up from her glass. No one has talked to her all night besides the two men who failed at their attempts to buy her a drink. The bartender is wearing a burgundy tank top, black denim skinny leg jeans, and her long, dark brown hair in a messy bun. Olivia noticed the brunette earlier, but it isn't until now that she notices how blue the brunette's eyes are.
"You have really pretty eyes." Olivia kind of just blurts it out. She knows that she's tipsy. Her body is completely warm despite the cold air that enters the bar every time someone opens the door.
The bartender reveals an amused smirk before replying with a quick 'thank you'. "So what's your story?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you drinking tonight? You don't look like an alcoholic, so something is obviously weighing you down. What is it?"
Olivia downs another shot before responding. "I'm getting married." She holds out her left hand to let the bartender examine the ring. It's a simple engagement ring with one diamond on the band. When Fitz first proposed, Olivia thought it was perfect. She never liked fancy jewelry.
"You don't seem excited about it." The bartender takes Olivia's shot glass away and puts a glass of water in front of her.
"I am. I just…" She lets out a long sigh before finishing. "Getting married means that everything is going to change. There are things in my life that I've always wanted to do and have never done."
"Like what?"
There's a brief pause and before Olivia can fully register what she's doing, she's leaning over the bar and pulling the bartender into a kiss. The kiss lasts about two seconds before Olivia pulls away. Before Olivia can even think about apologizing, the brunette is pulling her back for another kiss. This one is harder and it takes Olivia a second to actually kiss her back. The kiss turns into a full make out secession and Mellie can taste the tequila on Olivia's tongue. The two don't break apart until the sound of a man whistling brings Olivia back to reality.
"What time do you get off?"
The bartender, whose name Olivia soon learns is Mellie, doesn't get off until 2 o'clock in the morning. Olivia mentions that she's never had sex in a car or with a woman and Mellie is more than happy to cross that off of Olivia's list.
It's 2:25 and Olivia's laying down in the back seat of her car (Mellie owns a motorcycle) with Mellie's head in between her legs.
"Fuck" is pretty much all Olivia can manage to moan out over and over again and once she plummets over the edge she returns the favor.
Olivia doesn't make it home until almost 4 o'clock. When she finally checks her phone for the first time in hours, she sees that she has five missed calls from her fiancé.
"What happened to you last night? I called you like five times?" Fitz asks while climbing the stairs to his apartment and carrying a box.
"Sorry, I was out with Abby and ended up crashing at her place. Did you need something important?"
"No. I was just checking in on you. You've been kind of M.I.A. the last couple of days."
"I've been packing." Olivia says while opening the door to Fitz's place. Correction: Their place. After months of convincing, Olivia is finally moving into Fitz's apartment. It's not that the apartment isn't nice; it just wasn't hers. That's one of the reasons why she went drinking last night. Things were already changing. She's been dating Fitz since high school and things have always been the same. They both stuck with the careers that they said that they wanted since college, they spent most nights at Olivia's watching TV, and they always ordered food in because neither one of them cooked. Olivia loves Fitz and the only thing she loves more than him is consistency.
She officially sold her apartment yesterday morning and it took everything in her not to cry while handing the keys over. Her fitting for her wedding dress is two days from now and that thought alone terrifies Olivia.
"I know and I'm happy that you're finally moving in. I know how hard this is for you." Fitz plops the box down on the floor before grabbing Olivia's waist.
"You better hope that those weren't my wine glasses."
"I'll buy you all the wine glasses you could possibly drink out of." Fitz says while picking Olivia up and wrapping her legs around his waist.
Olivia lets out a low chuckle before kissing him on the lips. "You can't afford it."
He carries her out of the front door before noticing that there's someone in the hallway exiting their apartment.
"I didn't know you were back in town." Fitz says while placing Olivia on her feet. "I want you to meet someone. This is my fiancé, Olivia."
Olivia finds it amazing how Fitz's neighbor manages not to miss a beat despite the situation.
"It's very nice to meet you, Olivia. I'm Mellie."