My computer's going to possibly be taken, so I'm posting this all in one quick go. If you like it, root for me as I attempt to write the whole sequel in one three day weekend! Or pray that that possible B in history brings my grade from an 87 to a 90.

This story went from being a cute P/O oneshot to a full-fledged story in a few days. It was really cool. XD I hope you enjoy.

"Hey, Olivia," Peter said. "I've got a question for you."

Olivia looked up from the body she was examining with Walter. "Can it wait?" She asked, nodding towards the skinned body.

"Well, no. Because if you say yes, you'll need to be ready tonight." Peter said. "I hooked you up with a blind date." Olivia's eyebrows shot up and Walter turned to stare at Peter in betrayed shock.

"Peter, we had a discussion about this!" The old man wailed. "You and Olivia were going to get married and have two children!"

"No. Walter, you talked to yourself while I listened to my iPod." Peter said pointedly. "Well, Dunham?" Olivia considered it.

"When is it?" She asked.

"7:00. At Javu." Peter said. "I think you're gonna like him. He's a catch."

"Well, why don't you go out with him?" Astrid asked with a grin, nudging Peter in the ribs.

"I did, but it didn't work out," Peter said soberly. "Is that a yes, Olivia?"

"I suppose," Olivia said slowly. "Is it fancy?"

"Tie and jacket required."

Olivia sighed. "I guess. I do need to get out more," she said, looking at the body sullenly, suddenly jealous of the fact that the man no longer had to worry about having a life. Peter nodded.

"He'll be delighted," he said with a grin. Olivia raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you alright?" She asked slowly.

"Fine."

--

Javu was really fancy, and Olivia felt extremely uncomfortable. It'd been a very long time since she'd been on a date, and so the whole thing made her feel a bit queasy.

"Um, excuse me," Olivia said to the greeter. "Is there a man waiting for a date?"

"Yes, he just got here," the greeter said cheerfully, leading Olivia into the restaurant.

Javu was the kind of place where there was real cloth napkins and table cloths. Olivia followed the greeter towards a table with a man sitting so his face was hidden behind the menu.

"He's cute," the greeter assured Olivia as they approached. Olivia smiled uncertainly.

"Really?" She asked, not really interested.

"Yeah," the greeter said. "Totally gorgeous." And with that, she left. Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me? Are you a friend of Peter?" She asked. The man let the menu drop and beamed at her.

"Why, yes." Peter said cheerfully. "Yes, I am." Olivia stared at him, totally confused at to what her reaction was supposed to be. Laugh? Get angry? Kick off the heels and run like hell?

To his credit, Peter had gone all out with his look. He was wearing a very nice dress suit, with a dark gray tie and everything. Olivia, much to her sister's approval, had done her best to look good as well, opting for a long, red satin dress. She'd even allowed Rachel to do her make up and hair, and had gone so far as grudgingly allowing Rachel to do her nails as well. It was almost worth it to see Peter look at her appreciatively. "Wow, Liv. You look great! Sit down, and try the duck. It's great here." Almost. But not quite. Olivia sat, rage boiling up as she stared at him. He looked so smug as he read the menu, a small smile on his face.

He must have felt her glare, because he looked up and the smile disappeared. "What?"

"What do you mean, what?!" Olivia snapped. "Are you making fun of me?!" Peter stared, aghast.

"Of course not!" He said. "What made you think that?"

"'Blind date' my ass!" Olivia snarled. "You think this is funny?"

"No," Peter said, frowning. "I don't."

"Why did you bring me here?" Olivia snapped. "Rubbing it in my face that I'm desperate enough to go on a blind date?"

"No…" Peter said, looking everywhere but her. "Just…"

"Just what?" Olivia snapped.

"I didn't think you'd go with me if I asked," he said sheepishly. Olivia stared at him, effectively stunned into silence, as the waiter came up.

"Can I get you two something to drink?" He asked. Peter sighed.

"Scotch on the rocks," he said glumly. "You can leave if you want, Liv." Olivia slammed her hand flat on the table, causing Peter, the waiter, and the surrounding patrons to jump.

"I'll have what he's having," she said firmly. The waiter nodded and hurried off.

"You're staying?" Peter asked cheerfully. "Great."

"Peter, this is never going to work," Olivia said quietly. "We work together; it'd be too weird." Peter laughed.

"Oh, come on! Weird is our prerogative!" He said, his vigor back. Olivia smiled.

"Our friendship wouldn't make it." She said. Peter smiled.

"Sure it would. We'd just kiss more often," he said mischievously. Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Broyles would kill us," she said lamely. Peter laughed again, making Olivia's stomach do a little flip flop.

"That's your worst reason yet," he teased. "Come on. Give me a chance." The waiter came back and poured their scotch. "My treat." Olivia watched the glasses fill, her mouth twisting into a look of indecision. Peter took her silence as agreement, and turned to the waiter.

"We'll have the duck."

--

Two hours later, Olivia and Peter stumbled into Peter's apartment, kissing furiously.

"This is never going to happen again," Olivia said breathlessly as she pulled off Peter's tie.

"Never," Peter agreed, nuzzling her neck.

"Just this one time. To get it out of the way." Olivia gasped, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Right, right," Peter said a bit more impatiently as he fumbled with the zipper of her dress.

"I'm serious, Peter." Olivia said. Peter drew back and looked at her seriously before smirking.

"We'll see, Dunham."