Arizona liked sex…but she hated relationships. Its not that she hadn't tried, she'd had countless girlfriends – Sarah for example, they'd dated for 6 months until Arizona's hectic work schedule found her wanting for attention – there was Alison who was all to willing to become "the doctors wife" but the stepford wife routine became boring. After Alison there was Michelle who was anything but boring but after partying none stop for two months her job was suffering so she had to go.
Since her arrival in Seattle Arizona had kept things the way she liked them, short and simple – pick 'em up and send them packing. There'd been the girl from the gym, the temporary nurse from the agency, and the women from the bars – none of them lasting more that 24 hours. She was sure no one at work knew about her extra curricular activities, who would of thought it with her perky demeanour, permanent smile and wheelie sneaks – underneath it all she was a bigger womaniser than Dr. Sloan. So when laid eyes on gorgeous brunette surgeon she couldn't help herself. Bailey hadn't been forthcoming when she'd slipped her into conversation but the nurses in the ER were more than happy to educate her on hospital gossip, the Dr. Torres edition.
Her shift had been tough today, losing a patient was always tough but even more so when they were so young. So what better way to cheer herself up than a few drinks and maybe an encounter with the elusive Dr. Torres, bumping into someone accidently on purpose is a lot harder than it seemed. Not long after she'd got her first drink she was rewarded when the dark haired doctor busied though the door of Joe's. Arizona watched as she slouched on a bar stool and ordered a drink. Quickly disengaging herself from small talk with a Joe's regular she eased out of her chair and quickly made her way across the bar toward Dr. Torres - not quick enough however as once she made it past a particularly rowdy group of law students she saw a young woman who she vaguely recalled meeting in the ER take a seat next to the dark haired surgeon. Saving herself from embarrassment she detoured towards the jukebox and towards a woman who'd she'd been coyly flirting with all night as if it had been her intended destination all the long.
Arizona was bored; this woman was so not her type – not even for her questionable relationship ideals; so when she saw the orthopaedic surgeon abruptly leave her seat and rush to the bathroom she knew it was time to seize the moment. Excusing herself she made her way to the bathroom, slowly opening the door – not expecting her prey to be wiping away tears in the mirror. "Shit!" she scolded herself, she was going to have to say something, "breath, breath, breath…."
Waking up in strange places wasn't new for the peds surgeon, an occupational hazard one might say. Slowly easing herself out of the bed careful not to wake the sleeping figure next to her Arizona couldn't suppress a smile. She'd expected a challenge from Calliope Torres but in the end it had been easy, of course she felt a little guilty taking advantage of the situation the way she had but she didn't feel that bad – after all they were both adults. Glancing at the bedside clock the numbers glowed red in the dark, 3:30am – time for her to head home and get a couple of hours sleep before her shift started. Pulling on her clothes that a few hours earlier had been frantically discarded she looked back towards the bed, the sheets had twisted around naked legs fully exposing a bare torso. For the first time in a long time Arizona felt a pang of regret, regret that she had rules, she genuinely liked the younger woman, from what little she knew of her, but there would be no repeat of tonight's adventures – nope Arizona Robins was not the relationship type.