Disclaimer: Law and Order SVU is property of Dick Wolf.


Olivia downed her third drink of the night. Considering she'd only been there for 30 minutes, she was doing pretty well.

"I'll take another one please," she smiled at the waiter.

Casey shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "You might want to slow down, Liv."

Olivia glowered at her, "Are you kidding me, Case? Slow down? After the week I've had all I want to do is get drunk, and as fast as possible."

"There are other ways to deal with a rough week," Melinda chided gently. She knew her friend had been through hell that week, but she didn't want to see her go down this road, especially with her family history.

"Yeah? Do tell, how would you deal with this shitty week?" Olivia asked, her voice issuing a challenge through a subtle slurring.

Melinda looked down, "Well, I like sex. Gets my endorphins going. I can get out all my anger, and burn some restless energy in a safe way. Plus angry or frustrated sex is hot. Or at least Fin thinks so."

Olivia's mouth dropped open, "Seriously?" she looked at Casey. Casey blushed bright red but she nodded.

Olivia stared them, blatant surprise etched across her features.

"Seriously? Am I the only one who didn't know about this?" Olivia said incredulously. Her friends shrugged.

"Well obviously I need to get laid." Olivia declared, "Wanna lend me Fin or Munch?"

Casey and Melinda laughed, in unison they said: "hell no!"

"Damn. Who am I suppose to find to sleep with?" Olivia asked.

"Oh Liv, any guy in this bar would go home with you. Seriously, you are hot, drunk, willing, but mostly hot!" Casey laughed.

"We just need to find the right guy for you," Melinda added, "some one nice, good looking and safe."

"I've been looking for that my whole life, its not that easy to find," Olivia reminded her friends, "I'm going to sleep with the next guy who walks in the door!"

"That's crazy, Liv!" Melinda objected. But Olivia was already focused on the door. It swung open and the three women held a collective breath as they waited to see who would walk in. It was a woman, in a tight white halter top and a denim skirt.

"I could always switch teams," Olivia sighed, "at least she's hot."

The women were still laughing when the door opened again, they went dead still.

"Shit!" Casey and Melinda muttered together. Olivia, most of the way through her fourth drink, turned bright red and grinned.

The man walked right over to their table and greeted the women.

"Hi Elliot," they replied at once. Olivia slid over and grinned up at her recently divorced partner. She couldn't believe her luck. Elliot slid in next to her. The waiter appeared and Elliot ordered.

"I'd like another as well too please thanks," Olivia stumbled over her words, very obviously well on her way to drunk at this point.

"Uh Liv, maybe you should get a water? Break it up a bit," Melinda suggested.

Olivia leaned forward and in a conspiring whisper said, " I need some liquid courage, for you-know-what!" she ended it with an exaggerated nod of her head in Elliot's direction.

Melinda and Casey groaned, and Elliot looked on in a mix of amusement, disbelief and confusion.

"What's going on? Olivia, are you drunk?" Elliot asked tentatively.

"What? No!" Olivia protested while Casey nodded her head.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Guys, I am so not drunk, I've only had like 2 drinks and I am just happy that my good friend Elliot is here now. Isn't that exciting, Casey? Melinda?" When her friends didn't respond Olivia kept on talking, "I mean Elliot is sing-gal now, and that works perfectly for me, you know? Like the timing is so perfect. And it is obviously meant to be what happens right now. He's had a horrible week too, so obviously this is good for him too. Right? Yes. Ok."

Elliot looked at Olivia in complete confusion, his gaze turned to Melinda and Casey, who quickly adverted their gazes and burst out laughing. Olivia kept staring at Elliot, her goggly eyes intensified by her drunkenness. Casey quickly pulled out her phone and texted Melinda: "They were going to do it at some point anyway, we might as well let it happen- right?" Melinda checked her phone and shrugged in respond. Elliot caught this interaction and immediately pounced on it.

"Would somebody tell me what is going on? Come on! This isn't fair."

Olivia leaned closer to Elliot, letting her hair trail onto his shoulder. She put she lips to his ear, and in a half whisper, loud enough that everyone could hear, she said, "We are going to have angry sex tonight!"

"Oh God," Casey laughed. Melinda threw her hand over her mouth and shook her head. Elliot's mouth dropped open, his face turned bright red and he once again stared at his partner in disbelief.

"W-what?" Eliot finally stammered.

Olivia's eyebrows knit together in concern, she bit her lip, "You don't look happy, El."

Elliot shot her a quick uneasy smile. Olivia's face instantly cleared up and she smiled a lopsided grin and reassured Elliot, "Don't worry, I'm gonna seduce you first."

Elliot looked at Melinda and Casey, "Did you do this?"

Melinda looked sheepish, "It was an attempt to get her to stop drinking, it wasn't meant to be you, just some guy."

"What?" Elliot shouted, suddenly furious, he slammed his open hand down on the table, causing Olivia to jump, "you were encouraging her to have sex with a random stranger?"

"Um, it sounds worse when you put it that way," Casey muttered.

The waiter appeared with the drinks and Elliot quickly ordered a water for Olivia. He moved her drink out of her reach.

"Hey, I don't need water, but I do need my drink," Olivia protested.

"No way, you are drunk Liv. I'm cutting you off."

Olivia glared at him, "Then I'll just find some other guy. Some one who will let me drink. There are plenty of guys here."

She tried to scramble over Elliot to get out of the booth. He grabbed her around the waist and held her in place. Olivia shifted on his lap, grinding her ass against his groin. She tipped her head back and kissed his jaw. Elliot turn his head and Olivia licked his earlobe. She roughly sucked it into her mouth and moaned.

"Liv, stop," Elliot pleaded, trying to suppress his natural arousal. Usually Elliot became aroused watching Olivia bend over or drink out a straw, so this sort of stimulation was almost unbearable. If she wasn't drunk he would have taken her in a heartbeat. Cursing the timing, Elliot had no choice but to loosen his grip on Olivia.

Olivia struggled out of his grasp and stood up and glared at her partner, "I can't believe I don't even turn you on, you jerk! It would have been nice if you could at least pretend to have some interest when I throw myself at you. Well, I'm going to find some one who don't find me attractive. I have had a shitty week, and apparently I've gone my whole life without knowing the best stress relief. I intend to take full advantage of that information now!"

Olivia spun on her heels and strutted towards the bar, swaying slightly as it hit her how completely drunk she was. She slid onto a bar stool next to a handsome young man. Leaning forward to best display her cleavage, Olivia propped her chin on her hand.

"Hey there," she slurred, trying to sound sexy, "You looking for a good time tonight?"

The man looked at her, "How much?"

"What?"

"How much for a good time?"

"What? No, I'm not a prostitute. I'm actually a cop."

"Oh God. I don't normally pick up prostitutes. I just wanted to let off some steam." The man anxiously looked around before standing up and walked away quickly.

Casey, having heard the whole exchange, grabbed Olivia's arm, "Come on Liv! Before you get yourself arrested for prostitution or something!"

With Olivia firmly situated back at the table in front of a glass of water, the conversation turned interesting.

"So, Melinda, since I'm stuck living vicariously," Olivia paused to stick her tongue out at Elliot, "How good is Fin at angry sex."

Elliot choked on his drink and began spluttering. The three women ignored him.

Melinda shook her head, but answered, "Good enough to keep me coming back!"

Olivia nodded her head, a look of concentration on her face. Melinda caught the look and joked, "Hey, stop picturing sex with my man!"

Elliot glared at Olivia, "Yeah, stop picturing Fin! Let's talk about something else."

Olivia ignored then and pinned Casey with a look worthy of the courtroom, "Munch?"

Casey stopped laughing and blushed tomato red. She muttered, "Why else would I stay with Mr. Conspiracy Theories for so long?"

Olivia turned her look on Elliot, who was shaking his head.

"Best angry sex story- go!"

"No way! I do not partake in girl talk. This is worse than a locker room conversation. I didn't know women talked about this stuff."

"Hmm, nothing good? Stick around and maybe I can make something happen for you tonight," Olivia purred. Elliot paled slightly and shifted uneasily.

Melinda bit back a laugh, "I've got to go to the bathroom."

"I'll go with you," Olivia offered.

"Watch her!" Elliot hissed to Melinda as the two women stood up.

Once they left, Elliot turned to Casey, "Help me!" he pleaded.

"With?" Casey asked, playing dumb.

"I can't sleep with Olivia, but I can't let her go home with some one else."

"It's cool, Melinda or I can take her home. Although maybe one night of crazy drunken sex would get her out of your system."

Elliot didn't bother pretending not to know what Casey meant. They both knew that he was in love with Olivia.

"But she's drunk, Casey! I don't want her to regret it."

"El, she wants you when she isn't drunk, trust me. The way her face lit up when you walked in had nothing to do with how many drinks she'd had."

Elliot looked uncertain but before he could question Casey further, Melinda and Olivia returned to the table.

"Hey there, Elliot," Olivia flirted. She sat down on his lap, placing her arm on his shoulder as she slowly played with his hair, "Wanna get out of here?"

"Yes," Elliot answered, fulling intending to take her home and tuck her into her bed, alone. As much as he liked Casey and Melinda, he didn't trust that they could convince Olivia not to take a man home with her.

Olivia stood up and grabbed Elliot's hand. He dropped a bunch of bills on the table and said goodbye to Casey and Melinda. They cheered as the two left the bar together.

"Think they'll do it?" Melinda asked.

"I don't think Elliot will go through with it, he likes her way too much to take advantage of her while she's drunk," Casey answered and Melinda nodded in agreement.


Hope you enjoyed it! I will try to get the second part up soon!