It didn't take long for Quinn to realize she and Sonny were standing right behind Mike and whoever it was he brought with him to the wedding. As they split in front of the officiant, she kept her eyes trained on Olivia as she walked down the aisle, willing herself to just disappear from sight for the duration of the ceremony. As the lieutenant took her place at the center of the platform with Tucker, Quinn turned her head slightly to watch the wedding vows and caught sight of both Mike and Sonny staring at her. She could feel the redness creeping into her cheeks and quickly looked in Olivia's direction.

The ceremony seemed to take forever as Olivia and Tucker vowed to love each other til death do they part and so on. As soon as it ended, Quinn breathed a sigh of relief and followed the rest of the wedding party out into the reception hall. An arm snaked around her waist and she jerked away to see Sonny standing next to her. Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, Quinn smiled weakly at him.

"Y'alright CPEP? You looked like you were going to pass out standing there," Sonny asked, leading her to the table where their place-cards were waiting on empty dinner plates.

"I'm fine, Fordham. Just got a little light headed is all." She sat down, tucking her dress to the side as she scooted the chair closer to the table. Amanda and Amaro were seated next to her and Barba and Fin were on the other side of Sonny. Scanning the hall, she noted that Mike and his date were at a table with former SVU detectives Elliot Stabler, John Munch, and Don Cragen. Sonny pulled her out of her thoughts by asking if she wanted a drink and Quinn offered to go to the bar with him.

There, they ran into Barba who was ordering a scotch on the rocks. Sonny ordered himself a Jack and Coke and, with a little prompting, a Honey Jack Lemonade for Quinn. "Wasn't that a beautiful ceremony? I thought it was a beautiful ceremony," Sonny chirped, leaning back against the bar between Quinn and Barba.

"You can't be drunk already, Carisi," Barba said, swirling the drink in his hand before taking a sip. "But yes, it was very nice. Olivia and Tucker make a great couple." Quinn didn't realize that she had practically chugged the drink until the ice cubes clacked against her teeth. She quietly placed the glass down on the bar and motioned for a refill. She prayed nobody noticed, but she caught Barba's raised eyebrow as he looked away from her and into his own glass.

After all the speeches and toasts, the DJ started playing and Sonny finished off his drink, grabbing Quinn by the hand and pulling her onto the dance floor. She stumbled behind him and fell into his arms, chalking it up to the tile floor and her heels rather than the three drinks she had pounded back in a short amount of time. Carisi adjusted his grip, sliding a hand around her waist and holding her right hand in his left. All motor skills failing her, Quinn fumbled with his jacket collar before finally resting her hand on his shoulder. He slowly took the lead, holding onto Quinn tightly after noticing her wobbling. She looked up at Sonny and saw him smiling down at her. "You're a mess, you know that CPEP?"

"Really, Fordham? That's something I haven't heard yet," she shot back sarcastically. He laughed and held her tighter. She leaned her head on his shoulder as they swayed to the old timey love song she couldn't place. As the song ended and changed to a more upbeat one, she found herself torn away from Sonny and he was replaced with Rafael Barba. Quinn watched Sonny walk back to the bar before turning to Barba. "Am I a mess?" she blurted out as he spun her around. Stunned, Rafael raised an eyebrow and sighed.

"Are you drunk already, Quinn?" he asked. She stammered and he chuckled. "I can imagine this is a very nerve wracking situation, ex-boyfriend and loyal puppy dog vying for your attention all night."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, cocking her head. Barba nodded behind Quinn and turned them around so she could see Mike and his date dancing nearby. However, Mike's gaze was still trained on Quinn up until they made eye contact. Barba spun them back around and Quinn frowned. "Why is Mike glaring at me? How long has this been going on? And what do you mean 'puppy dog'?" The questions hurtled out from her like bullets from a gun and Barba grinned.

"Don't tell me you're truly that naive, Quinn. I thought better of you." She grumbled something under her breath as he continued. "Dodds has been making eyes at you all night even his date is starting to notice, and Carisi has been restraining himself from throwing himself at your feet."

"Carisi?" she asked, shocked. "I'm only here with him because he needed someone to walk into the ceremony with. Besides, I'm like ninety nine percent certain he's hiding some girlfriend because he keeps avoiding the question. You're completely wrong, Rafael, and I'm sure you haven't heard that many times in your career."

"You flatter me, Quinn. But, whatever you say. You seem certain. Drunk, but certain."

Quinn hmmmphed and the two of them laughed as the song ended. He walked her back to their table where Carisi was waiting with another Honey Jack Lemonade for her next to the plate of food that was handed out while she was dancing. "Did you have fun with Barba, CPEP?" he asked, draping his arm over the back of her chair. She nodded and began to eat the chicken dish in front of her, taking her time with the drink. Amanda chatted her up from her other side and they discussed sleeping arrangements. Rollins and Amaro had gotten a larger bedroom in the hotel, enough to fit themselves, Jesse and Zara comfortably. Quinn, who was originally supposed to be sleeping in Mike's room, found herself bedless for the night and joked that she would just sleep at the bar. Amanda assured her that there would definitely be a place for her to crash, even if it was on the couch in her and Amaro's suite. She turned back to Carisi, only to find him and Barba sitting oddly close together and discussing something in hushed tones. She cleared her throat and Sonny shot up.

Quinn finished off the drink and motioned to the dance floor. Sonny jumped at the occasion and Quinn noted Barba raising his eyebrows and grinning at her. She brushed it off and followed Sonny out, where she wrapped her arms around his neck, eliminating the space between them. She felt his breath hitch slightly. Sonny gently placed his hands back on her waist and she pressed herself as close as humanly possible to him. Quinn knew deep down that there was nothing organic about her sudden need to practically give Sonny a boner in the middle of the dance floor. All impulse control went out the window as she already decided to get yet another drink by the end of this song. Sonny grasped at her sides and she slid her hands under his arms and clutched at his back, standing on her toes to rest her chin on his shoulder.

The poor detective was trying so hard to control his breathing from stopping and his hands from roaming further than their current position. She grinned to herself, realizing that Mike was sitting nearby. Quinn pushed her hips against Sonny's, practically straddling his thigh as the two of them swayed to the song playing over the speakers. As the last notes rang out, Sonny quickly let go of her, stepping back and adjusting his jacket. "You're going to give me a heart attack, CPEP, you know that?" he muttered as she bit her lip, smiling up at him.

"I'll be at the bar if you need me," she said, turning on her heel and making her way across the dance floor, making sure that Mike had seen her. She sat at the bar, ordering a tequila pineapple. "Me and open bars are a mistake," she said to nobody in particular, taking a sip of her drink.

One drink turned into four and a tequila shot as she tapped her nails on the counter. She had assumed that "I'll be at the bar if you need me" was enough of a hint for Sonny to get his shit together and come join her. She whirled around on the stool and scanned the hall through her already fuzzy vision, but she couldn't find the lanky detective.

"I saw him go upstairs," Barba said, appearing next to her.

"Rafi!" Quinn chirped in her drunken haze. She held out her arms and the ADA gave her a hug, helping her stand up straight.

"I know you're not thinking straight but don't let anyone hear you call me that. I'll never hear the end of it." He sighed as she bent over to take her heels off. "That's probably a good idea."

"Where's Fordham, Rafi? I don' see 'im."

"He went upstairs. It's pretty late, Quinn, I figure he went to shower after you practically dry humped him on the dance floor. I don't think anyone would have survived that kind of ambush." Barba laughed as she tried to pull up her dress so her feet wouldn't get tangled in it.

"Where's 'Manda?"

"Probably putting the kids to bed. Again, Quinn, it's late. I know you're drunk but time hasn't stopped entirely yet." She gave Barba a kiss on the forehead, holding his cheeks in her hands.

"You're a good friend, Rafi. Always lookin' out for me and shit. Goodnight, Rafi." He laughed and shook his head, watching her stumble towards the elevator. She didn't know what her plan was, but if it all went south she would chalk it up to being drunk and letting The Disorder run wild. She was no stranger to how textbook Borderline she behaved - poor impulse control, gross misuse of alcohol, whatever the hell had just happened on that dance floor. Was she trying to make Mike pay attention to her? Sonny? She didn't have the answers. She probably would in the morning after an aspirin and long shower with time to think, but that wasn't the case right now.

She got off on the floor Amanda told her about earlier, counting the doors until she came to the female detective's room. After all, Amanda did suggest she could crash on their couch. She knocked gently on the door, remembering that Barba said Amanda was putting the kids down. Quinn raised her fist to knock again when she heard a muffled sssshing coming from inside. The door creaked open and Quinn peered through the dark crack to see Sonny's face illuminated by the hall light.

Quinn froze, instantly sobering up. Sonny opened the door a little more and Quinn backed away as she saw his shirtless form, mind fogging with racing thoughts that she did not care to detangle. She tried to speak but it came out in a strangled choking sound as she dropped her shoes and tore down the hallway. She heard him call after her but she had already gotten into the elevator and slammed her hand against the Lobby button. What the hell was he doing in Amanda's room? Where is Amanda. She's up there, isn't she. She's with Sonny in her room. Shirtless Sonny. Where's Amaro? What is going on?

The thoughts raced through her head as the doors opened and she saw Amaro tossing back shots with Tucker and a bunch of men she didn't know. She laughed bitterly - if there wasn't hope for them there wasn't hope for anyone. There was no sign of Barba and Quinn, with nowhere else to go, sat down on a couch in the lobby and brought her knees up to her chest, hiding her head in her crossed arms. She didn't know how long she had sat like that, or whether she had actually fallen asleep for a bit, but she was brought back to reality by the couch cushion sinking in next to her. Quinn raised her head, blinking away the bleariness to avoid smearing her make-up entirely.

"Hey there Quinn."

She shrank back as her vision focused on the man sitting next to her. "Mike? What do you want?" she said dryly. Mike leaned back against the wall, folding his hands in his lap.

"You look like you could use some company, and it doesn't look like Carisi is around to cheer you up like he has been since… you know."

"And you wanna keep me company?" she asked skeptically.

"I figured we could dance before the DJ packs up. It's getting pretty late."

"Everyone keeps telling me that today…" she mumbled, getting up. Mike noted her missing shoes but decided against mentioning it. "Let's get this over with then."

She kept her distance with Mike, holding him nearly at arm's length and looking down at the floor. Tears rolled down her cheek and Mike lifted her chin, wiping them away with his thumb. The gesture was enough to send Quinn into a fit of sobs and Mike held her to his chest, shushing her and resting his head on hers. She sniffed and pulled away, looking up at him. "Where's your date?" she asked, wiping her nose on her wrist.

"She's a cop that lives nearby. She went home for the night. Where did Carisi go?"

Quinn sighed. "He's otherwise occupied right now. And I don't have the cash for an Uber or anything back home so I guess I'm going to just pass out at the bar and hope nobody minds."

"Quinn," Mike said suddenly. "Can we go somewhere to talk? I think we need to talk."

Stunned by his sudden question, Quinn nodded and Mike led her to the elevator. "Where are we going to talk, Mike?"

"My room? I figure it's private enough there without anyone getting into our business." Quinn frowned but followed him against her better judgement. They got to his room and Quinn collapsed into an armchair in the corner. Mike took off his jacket and shoes and sat on the edge of the bed. They sat in silence for a while as Quinn picked at her nails until Mike suddenly spoke up. "I think we ended on a bad note, Quinn."

"You think?" she shot back. "You dumped me right before work and you thought that was going to end well? What part of abandonment issues don't you understand." She hadn't meant to be so snarky, but if they were going to talk, she was going to talk.

"I don't know, Quinn, I wasn't thinking. I was getting overwhelmed and it seemed like-"

"Like what? Your only way out? Was I that terrible that you needed out that badly?" Quinn stood up and stomped over to Mike, poking her finger into his chest. "You said I was the best lay of your life, you said you loved me, I opened up to you about all my psychological issues and you just decided to bail like that? That was your genius plan?" Mike stood up and grabbed Quinn by the wrist before she permanently bruised the spot she was jamming her finger into.

"Well, what about me, huh?" he retorted. "The smallest thing threw you into a frenzy and we couldn't even talk without you manipulating the situation into some sort of slight against you. So how was I supposed to know you wanted to keep this up for whatever reason?" Quinn made a noise somewhere between a groan and a screech and tried to wrench herself from Mike's grip. She only succeeded in making him stand up and tower over her. She fell backwards into the dresser and took Mike with her. He let go of her, using both hands to hold the dresser so he wouldn't crush her, trapping her between his arms. Her chest heaved as their faces were inches away.

"I fucking hate you," she grunted.

"I fucking hate you too," he responded, crushing his lips against hers. Quinn squeaked and pushed against his chest, detaching herself. As Mike tried to stutter out an apology, Quinn balled her fists in his shirt and pulled him in, kissing him hard on the mouth. Mike wrapped his arms around her torso, lifting her off the ground and carrying her towards the bed where their clothes ended up in a pile on the ground. Her common sense and judgment was screaming at her as she clung to Mike, letting him take over in a sickeningly familiar way.

As he crawled on top of her and mouthed at her neck, grinding his pelvis into hers, Quinn wasn't seeing his face. It wasn't Mike's face hovering over hers, dripping sweat onto the pillows. It wasn't Mike's mouth leaving hot kisses on her skin. It wasn't Mike's voice moaning in her ear and it definitely wasn't Mike's name on the tip of her tongue, threatening to erupt.

Mike suddenly shuddered and tightened his grip on her shoulders. "Where do you -" he grunted and Quinn, knowing exactly what he was asking, pushed him off of her and disappeared under the covers, taking his length into her mouth and finishing him off. "I wasn't expecting that after everything," he said as she surfaced. There was less clean up this way and Quinn was honestly ready for this to be over. Mike gathered her up in his arms. "Would it be too much to ask for some cuddling?" She sighed and settled in against his chest. "Can I ask you something, Quinn?"

She braced herself, not knowing what he could possibly want from her after this.

"Shoot."

"Do you think we could work? Again, I mean. Do you think we have another chance?"

"Mike," she said, leaning on her elbow to look at him. "You broke up with me, remember?" Something inside of her was screaming to take him back, to be the Sargeant's girlfriend again and go back as if nothing had happened. Something inside of her wanted her to throw herself at Mike and go for round two. But something else was louder than those voices. "I don't think this is healthy for either of us."

Disappointed, Mike sighed. "I figured as much. Quinn, I did really love you. I still do, and I want you to be happy."

"Don't say that, Mike…"

"It's true, Quinn. Maybe I was wrong to give up on us so quickly at the first sign of trouble, and that's my fault. But I want you to be okay."

Quinn sat up and Mike followed suit, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. "I still care about you a lot, Mike, but I need something a lot more stable than constant arguments solved with sex. It's not healthy. I realize the irony in the Borderline saying that but it's not good for either of us, Mike."

Mike sighed again. "You're right, Quinn. Maybe we would have been right for each other at a different time, but not now." They sat in silence for a while until Mike chimed in again. "I would, however, like it not to be awkward at work."

"We can be civil when I swing by the station," Quinn said, shrugging.

"Quinn, I want you to be able to talk to me if you need anything. I don't want that to have to change. It kills me to see you running to Carisi. And whatever it was you did with him on that dance floor earlier… God… I was half expecting him to drag you upstairs then and there." Quinn shoved him roughly.

"We can work up to being friends again, Mike. We never had that opportunity the way we got together. And why is everyone implying shit about Carisi all night. It's not like he has any real feelings for me."

Mike shrugged. "If you say so, Quinn. I'm just looking out for you. What are friends for?" He grinned and Quinn couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you mind if I crash here tonight? I don't really have anywhere else to go." Mike nodded and the two of them crawled into bed. Mike offered her a tee shirt and a pair of clean boxers and Quinn curled up under the comforter. "No funny business, okay? This was our break up and make up sex."

"Okay, okay, just shut the light off and go to bed."

Quinn leaned over to click off the lamp and felt Mike's hand grab her breast in the darkness.

"I said no funny business!"

"It was worth a shot!"

"Goodnight Mike."

"Night Quinn."