A/N Kind of drew a bit of a blank for my other story so I wrote this as a bit of fun. If you like it I'll continue.

9:00am. Present day.

Callie pottered around the kitchen in her underwear, humming to herself whilst she acquired the ingredients to make herself a morning cup of coffee. She thought back to the nightmarish day she had at work yesterday. As if it wasn't bad enough that she had been given the 'death-shift' as everyone called it: the 3-11. 3pm until 11pm; you get the people who forget that lunch is supposed to be eaten at 12, the dinner rush at 7 and then you have to clean everything by yourself whilst everyone fucks off to their nice warm homes.

5:00pm the day before. Callie's work.

Callie was cleaning tables in the restaurant a little half-assedly, trying to nurse her hangover and do her job at the same time, when Mark came up to her, continuing their usual banter and said, 'Callie, you're shit' before grinning, sauntering away and showing off by using his freaking super-speed to clean five tables on his way to the kitchen, all whilst holding a tray of dirty dishes above his head. Callie felt too ill to even try to come up with a witty retort to yell at his back. Everything else was all well and good (if you discount the hangover) until she saw Erica emerge from the kitchen and use her index finger to beckon Mark over to her. Everyone knew what Erica coming out onto the floor meant; either you'd fucked up or you'd REALLY fucked up. She was the business manager; the head of the restaurant, save for the owner himself and his own personal lapdog. Callie was none the wiser as to what Mark might have done to piss Erica off, and so visibly paled when she saw Mark walk over to her after his own scolding and make a hand gesture that clearly said 'Erica wants to talk to you now.'

She slowly made her way over to the manager who was standing by the railings of the stairs, decked out in her pristine white shirt and black silk scarf necktie. Callie looked down at her own, now stained, checked shirt and blue necktie and wondered how the other woman managed to keep her shirt so clean whilst at work. An hour on the restaurant floor and Callie was bound to have a ketchup stain or something similar on hers. The difference in uniform showed that Callie was ranked well below the blonde who was now towering over her.

"I've just had a complaint from that woman over there," Erica began, pointing to a short, stout brunette woman sitting with a child in one of the corners of the restaurant, "saying that it is unacceptable for the staff of a family restaurant to swear in front of children."

Callie's brain immediately went on overdrive and her face tried to not betray the inner turmoil she was experiencing, 'shit, when did I swear and how did she hear me, it could have been any number of times,' she thought, but decided to play it cool and feign ignorance.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I've never sworn in front of a customer." Callie said stoically. For some reason she thought of Arizona and what state she would be in if the tables were turned and she was in Callie's situation. Callie couldn't help smirking a little at the past memories of her friend's experiences with authority figures. Although, she would admit, Erica was fucking scary and was probably a few steps away from making her break down in tears too.

"I don't know what the fuck you're smirking about Callie because you may not have sworn in front of a customer but you also didn't tell me when Mark did," Erica yelled quietly, careful not to draw the attention of other patrons.

Callie just blinked in astonishment. "Uhhh, what?"

"You heard me, why did you not report him to me, I deal with all complaints and I could have stopped this going all the way to Head Office."

"I… uh… I didn't know," Callie stuttered, utterly bemused that she was being yelled at for not grassing Mark up for swearing. "I didn't know we had to report swearing to you."

"Are you being fucking cheeky Callie? Do you know how lucky you are to have this job? We hired eighteen Christmas temps and we only kept on four, two of whom were you and Mark so you better watch yourselves. I've given Mark an official reprimand and if it happens again you're both fired. Do I make myself clear?"

Callie stood there, struck dumb once more.

"Well, do I?!"

"Y-yes. Perfectly clear. Won't happen again."

"Good. Now go home."

Callie looked at her, puzzled, "but it's half past five; my shift doesn't end for another five and a half hours. I can't go home; Sarah didn't show up for her shift today so I need to be here."

Erica, who was halfway down the stairs on her way back to the kitchen, stopped and turned around to face Callie.

"Callie. Don't talk back to me. Clock out and go home."

9:15am. Present day.

Arizona opened the door of her bedroom ever so slightly and poked her head around the corner searching for Callie.

"Callieeeeeeee," she yelled, drawing out the last syllable. "Put some clothes on, I have a guest."

"When do you never have 'a guest?'" Callie yelled back, air-quoting the last part of the sentence and raising her eyebrows suggestively. "And when do I ever wear clothes before I've had my coffee? It's too much effort!"

Callie ducked as a pair of sweats and a tank top were flung in the general direction of the kitchen; the top landing in the living room and the pants landing over the little half-wall that separated kitchen and living area.

"Fine but only because you asked nicely!" Callie yelled as the head retreated to the other side of the door, going to retrieve the offered clothes. Arizona popped her head back out as Callie pulled the tank top over her head so that she was no longer in just her bra and panties.

"I didn't ask nicely," she said with an adorable look of confusion on her face.

Callie rolled her eyes and saw illumination creep over Arizona's face, "ohhhh, sarcasm. I get it."

"You're perceptive," Callie threw back, grinning. This time it was Arizona's turn to roll her eyes.

"We're coming out now," she stated. "Be nice."

"I always am," Callie replied, an evil grin twitching at the corners of her lips.

7:00pm the day before. Teddy's apartment.

"Teddy!"

Teddy heard the shrill noise that she had come to love which signalled the arrival of her almost unbearably perky best friend.

"Arizona that key is for emergencies only," Teddy play-scolded, she couldn't bring herself to pretend to be irritated when the blonde unceremoniously arrived at her place. Arizona dropped all the bags she was carrying in Teddy's kitchen with an almighty crash.

"Did you buy out the liquor store again Arizona? Because if that's the third time now then we may have to talk about taking you to AA."

"Haha very funny, they ran out of vodka one time. Once! And I'm not even sure if it was my fault."

"Mmmhmm," Teddy said patronisingly, still grinning. "So what are we doing tonight? Celebrating? Drowning our sorrows? Pretending it's the fourth of July again? Oh, actually, can we do that? It was so much fun last time! Well, until Callie lit that firecracker and Mark was too close and it accidentally grazed his ass. He made me look at it to see if he needed to go to the hospital. It was not at all how I imagined seeing Mark's butt for the first time." Teddy's eyes glazed over a little.

"Teddy." Arizona clicked her fingers in Teddy's face in an attempt to bring her best friend out of her stupor. "Can you stop thinking about Mark's butt for two seconds and get us some glasses?" she asked, pulling various dodgy looking bottles filled with suspicious looking substances out of her many bags.

"Uh, Arizona?" Teddy questioned, looking warily at Arizona's wares, "not that I don't trust your mixing skills, because I do, but if I'm going to be drinking anything green, blue or brown, I'm going to need to know why."

"I need sex." Arizona stated plainly. "I don't care with who, I'm just really, REALLY horny." She spoke with such normality that if you didn't understand the language you'd probably think she was commenting on the weather or contemplating what to make for dinner.

Teddy's eyes widened and she took a step back, Arizona turned to look at her, "oh god not with you Teds. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with you, it's just, I need sex, with someone, who isn't you. Um. Yeah."

Teddy raised an eyebrow, listening to Arizona's ramblings with amusement.

"Am I your wingman?" she asked. "Because we both know that I make an awful, awful wingman."

"No, you're just my," Arizona paused for a moment, trying to think of the right word, "moral support," she finished.

Teddy grinned, "moral support, I like it. So if you start to chicken out then I have to talk you back into it?"

"Exactly," Arizona clarified, "now come on we are hitting the town! But I'm poor so we have to be drunk before I leave," she passed Teddy an iffy looking black drink that had a hint of purple, "drink up Teds, you're going to need it."

11:00pm

Teddy watched Arizona grind up against a blonde woman whilst she sat at the bar and downed the last of her vodka blackcurrant. Arizona was right; she would need more alcohol if this was to be her only entertainment for the night.

Arizona turned to the blonde whose arms she was in and looked up at her.

"Your place or mine?" she asked.

"Yours," the woman replied.

"Why do I even come out with Arizona when she's like this?" Teddy thought, "It's like I want to be ditched at a bar to try fend for myself." Teddy turned away from the door the blonde had just left through and found herself facing an incredibly attractive, well-built guy with brown hair.

"Arizona I am sorry I ever doubted you." Teddy sent a telepathic apology to her best friend and turned to her new companion with a massive smile on her face.

9:17am. Present day.

Arizona practically bounced out of her bedroom into the kitchen and pulled Callie into a bone-crushing hug, causing her to spill a little of her coffee on the counter-top.

"Hot coffee, hot coffee, hot coffee Arizona!" Callie yelled, although still amused by her friend's antics.

"I got laid last night!" Arizona yell-whispered, still bouncing up and down far too near to Callie's coffee for her liking.

"Yes. I heard. You're loud." Callie said, not even trying to hide the innuendo from her voice and her face.

"Eeeeeee," Arizona squealed again, reaching on her tip-toes to grab a mug from the top shelf.

"Is the coffee for her or for you?"

Arizona snorted, "what the fuck do you think, I'm hungover, it's clearly for me."

"Charming," Callie said, smirking as she heard Arizona's bedroom door close, "well it looks like I'm about to meet this mystery woman that has made you so very, very, very, annoyingly happy," Callie said, turning on her heel to get a look at Arizona's latest conquest.

Arizona yelled in shock as she heard the sound of a mug crashing to the floor and shattering into pieces.

"Callie, what the fuck? I told you not to drink out of my favourite mug because you're clumsy and you'll break it. But noooo, you always insist upon it anyway and now look what's happened!" Arizona yelled at Callie as she bent down to pick up the pieces. "Well don't just stand there! Help me clean up the freakin' mess you made!"

Arizona finally looked up at Callie who still hadn't spoken a word and found her standing perfectly still, with her hand still in the position that it would be if it were holding a mug. Arizona followed her eye-line as she slowly stood up and found that Callie was staring at her house guest. Arizona raised herself up on her tip-toes to whisper into Callie's ear.

"Okay I know she's not that attractive but is 'smash my favourite mug' really an appropriate punishment? In my defence, she looked better in the dark, in the club, with strobe lighting and my beer goggles on."

Arizona's little ramble in Callie's ear was cut off by the voice of the stranger in the house.

"Callie," she acknowledged.

"Erica," Callie replied.

"Are you working later?" the intruder asked.

"Nope."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Alright. Bye." Erica finished awkwardly and almost ran out of Callie and Arizona's apartment.

"How do you know her?" Arizona asked, puzzled.

"You know that homophobic bitch in work who always makes me stay late, doesn't let me take my breaks and told me off yesterday for not being a grass?"

"Yeah, you come home every time you're both on shift together with a new story about her. She's a right piece of work," Arizona said scowling.

"Yeah. Well, apparently she's a lesbian. And you fucked her last night," Callie said in a monotone voice and followed the path of the earlier unwanted guest; right out the door.

A/N Please review it helps me write.