Olivia Pope examined herself with a critical eye. The white, scoop-neck dress she had chosen for the evening was molded to her freshly showered skin. The dress was a bit shorter than she normally went for -ending right above mid thigh- but she was feeling good about herself tonight. Edison Davis was finally out of her life and she and her best friend Abby Whelan had spent the day shopping and pampering themselves in celebration. Admittedly, it was a weird way for one to react after walking into their boyfriend's apartment to find him pumping frantically into some broad in the middle of his bed. But oddly enough, Olivia's first reaction wasn't one of shock or anger, instead, the words that spilled from her mouth were, "You did always fuck like a jackrabbit, Edison." Of course, he jumped up, covered his baby-sized dick, and started babbling something about a mistake and begging for her forgiveness.

"Edison, shhh, it's okay," she had soothed as she made her way over to him. She placed her hand on his cheek and curved her lips into a small smile. "I know it was a mistake. And you don't have to beg for me to forgive you. I already have."

Edison couldn't have looked more shocked in that moment. Still covering his crotch for some odd reason, considering everyone in the room knew how blessed he wasn't, he turned to the woman now covering herself with the sheets.

"Uhh, you should probably leave, Kathy," he stuttered out.

"No honey," Liv told her gently. "You stay, I'll go. Edison, I want to thank you. Thank you for forcing me to leave you. I thought maybe I could've developed some feelings for you, taught you how to be a real man, but honestly, I was a coward and I should've left you months ago. Have a nice life, Edison. I never want to speak to you again so don't bother calling. I won't answer."

With that, Liv had drove herself home blasting Queen Bey and letting the wind blow through her hair. She and Abby both had Friday's off from their job at the art studio so she knew Abby would be home. She was actually only stopping by Edison's to ask him if he wanted to go out with her tonight, but she was sure Abby would love to stand in. She usually hated the way men used sleezy pick-up lines on her, and Edison's prescence usually stopped most of them, but now she was thinking that she could possibly enjoy some male attention tonight. Once she made her way inside and told Abby what happened, she inquired about a mani/pedi trip. Abby made sure she was actually okay and then promptly agreed, both girls forgetting about Edison Davis' sorry ass almost immediately.

Now, Liv was ready to hit the town. She was single, looking good, and excited to hit the dance floor with her best friend. Pulling her hair into a tight, high up-do and securing it with a few strategically-placed bobby pins, Liv made her way into the living room just as Abby entered from her side of the apartment.

Abby and Olivia had been roommates ever since freshman year at Stanford and neither one of them wanted to separate after graduation so they moved into their current two-bedroom apartment together. It was the perfect arrangement, besides being besties, they knew each other well and were used to living together.

"Damn, chica!" Abby looked her up and down as they exited the building. "You look hot!"

"Oh, stop it! You know you're going to be getting all of the attention tonight!"

Liv joked as they got into Abby's car.

Abby put her key in the ignition and started to back out with a smile on her face, "Well don't let me be the only one hooking up when the night's over. We both know you need some loving after eight months with Little-Dick Davis!"

"ABBS!"

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Fitzgerald Grant the Third propped his jean-encased legs up on Jake Ballard's coffee table and leaned back, yelling out to his friends Stephen and Jake, "Would you two come on?"

Stephen walked into the living room and plopped down next to Fitz. "It's Jake, man," he spoke with a slight Scottish accent. "You know he thinks he has to look perfect."

Stephen, Jake, and Fitz's friendship went back to grad school at Berkley. The three of them became fast friends in the joint MBA/Law program and since they'd all found local jobs, they kept in touch and hung out regularly.

Jake came out of his room about twenty minutes later, "Okay, okay I'm ready."

Fitz hopped up off the couch, not giving him time to change his mind, "Alright. Let's roll!"

The three men made their way out of Jake's apartment building and started the short walk to the city's downtown area. Jake's place was where they usually conveined before going out, not only because he was a diva and took forever to get dressed, but because he lived the closest to their usual hang out spots.

"So," Stephen pushed Jake's shoulder as they made their way down the street. "I bet I'll get a hotter girl to go home with me tonight than you will."

Jake smirked. "I've got twenty dollars that says you won't."

Fitz shook his head. He couldn't believe that they were still betting on who could pick up the hottest girls, it reminded him of their college days. "How old are you guys again?" he questioned sarcastically.

Jake laughed. "If you want in on this bet, old Fitzy boy, all you've got to do is say so."

Jake was a decent friend, cool to hang out with, but Fitz hated the way he treated women. Stephen was a serial womanizer, but at least he let the women he was getting involved with know that. Women had every right to involve themselves in random hookups just the same as men. But Jake was a different story, Fitz felt like he was manipulative and sneaky. To put it shortly, it would be a cold day in Hell before Fitz would let someone like his younger sister, Cassidy, get involved with someone like Jake.

"I don't bet on women, you know that," Fitz didn't even turned to look at him, for some reason Jake's attitude was bothering him more tonight than it usually did. "Besides, if I do end up taking a girl home, it won't be to impress you two goons."

"Yeah," Stephen spoke up. "It'll be to get your dick wet! When was the last time you got some anyway?"

Jake clutched his gut in laughter and Stephen smirked at his joke. "Just because I'm not a man-whore like you two doesn't mean I'm deprived." With that, Fitz opened the door to the club and stepped through first. He scanned the room, taking in the atmosphere, and decided to make his way over to the bar. He needed to relax. All day he'd felt kind of on edge, like something big was about to happen. He attributed it to his meeting Monday morning. Fitz worked as a corporate marketing advisor at his families company, Grant Industries. Last week, he met with his father and learned that Big Gerry was preparing to step down and appoint Fitz as CEO of the company. It was a big deal and since he'd found out Big Gerry was letting the board of shareholders know on Monday, he'd been kind of nervous. He and Big Gerry never had the best personal relationship but Fitz had inherited Big Gerry's sharp aptitude for business dealings. In the office, they got along fine, it was just outside of that where Big Gerry felt like his oldest son was too soft, too emotional. Fitz disagreed. Just because he didn't sleep with hookers and secretaries didn't make him soft.

Jake's low whistle broke Fitz from his thoughts. "Would you look at that chick Harry? That is one fine bitch."

"You better not be talking about the red head, Stephen replied, "Because I'm definitely going after that. And stop calling every girl you see a bitch," he added.

"No you, idiot," was Jake's response, completely ignoring Stephen's reprimand. "The other one."

Fitz turned his head to see who they were talking about and followed their gazes to two women sitting in a booth engaging in a giggly conversation with each other. The red head seemed to be the taller of the two and had a loud, boisterous laugh. When Fitz shifted his gaze to her companion, he could've sworn his heart stopped. Covering her mouth shyly at whatever joke the red head had just made, the beautiful creature with the milk chocolate skin had him captivated. Her dark brown hair was pulled up on top of an angelic face with big, doe eyes and kissable lips. Her high cheek bones were even more noticeable when she smiled and -

"Whoa, whoa," Fitzy boy, Jake shoved him, nearly making him fall off of his stool. "I called dibs already, besides, I've never tried chocolate," he leered.

Fitz caught himself and stood, glaring at Jake, "You're an ass, you know that?"

He didn't wait for Jake to respond and instead made his way toward the bathroom. He needed some quiet and wasn't in the mood to hear Jake trivialize another encounter with a woman, especially not one as captivating as the mystery girl.

As Fitz turned down a long corridor to head into the restroom a tall, leggy blonde stepped into his way and flashed him a too-bright smile.

"Hey, big boy," she slurred, obviously drunk. "You look like you could use some company." The girl reached a hand out to rest on his chest and Fitz caught her fingers in his own.

"No thanks, I'm good," he tired to release the woman's hand gently but she was determined to hold on.

"Come on, baby. Don't you think I'm hot?" She poked out her large, fake breasts.

Fitz did think she was hot. But she wasn't his type, and after seeing the gorgeous creature in the booth, this girl definitely paled in comparison. He yanked his hand out of hers and made his way past her.

"No thanks," he murmured over his shoulder and made his way into the men's room.

After splashing cold water on his face and taking a few deep breaths, Fitz made his way back into the main section of the club. As soon as his mystery girl's booth was in view, his eyes were drawn to her. He noticed that her friend was gone and then, to his dismay, he saw that Jake was standing in front of her booth.

They appeared to be chatting it up, but Fitz noticed that her smile didn't seem to reach her eyes; although that could've just been wishful thinking on his part. He felt his heart sink, thinking that Jake was going to succeed, but then, the angel in the white dress calmly stood up, took a sip up her drink, and proceeded to dump the remains of her cup right over Jake Ballard's head before pushing past him and strutting away.

Fitz chuckled and felt a tightening in his pants. That girl had some spunk to her and as she walked away from him, he had to admit that she had one of the greatest asses he'd ever seen. He was no coward and he didn't mind fighting Jake for this woman, all he needed was some indication that she wouldn't fall for Jake's fake charm, and now he had it.

He made to follow her out of the club and as he caught eyes with Jake, he couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face. He noticed the look in Jake's eyes and his smirk immediately faded; Jake looked a bit deranged, not just upset. Fitz would have to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't do anything crazy in the name of revenge.

Tucking that information into the back of his mind, Fitz made his way out of the door to find the woman who already had him so captivated. He wanted, no, he needed to meet her.

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