It had been a long shift, a dull one, and nothing sounded more enticing than getting extremely drunk in order to celebrate their day off. Bernie and Serena headed over to Albies at just after five, and they were there for a good few hours before either of them even started to wobble. A number of the staff - Dom, Zosia and a number of the nurses - had all turned up with intent to celebrate the arrival of the new karaoke machine to the bar…and to break it in.

"Another, Miss Campbell?" Bernie offered enthusiastically as she hailed the bartender and asked for another round. Across the room, Dom was singing karaoke once again and a crowd of young interns watched in awe while Bernie and Serena observed more casually from a distance. "Maybe I should have a go, give Dr Copeland a run for his money."

"Maybe you should." Serena replied jokingly, draining her wine glass as a freshly filled one was placed in front of her. Looking sidewards, she found Bernie's seat suddenly empty and scanned the room to find Bernie stood close beside the karaoke machine, waiting for the song to finish. "BERNIE!"

The blonde glanced over at her, grinning mischievously as she took the mic from Dom and reached over to pick a song. Serena's eyes widened as the opening chords played out in to the bustling pub and drew the attention of a few absent-minded punters. Serena had fear in her eyes as she watched Bernie clear her throat and put on her game face as she started to sing.

"If you change your mind, I'm the first in line…"

Dom had returned to his seat beside Zosia and was watching the scene with a wide grin across his face, holding down laughter as Bernie kept her eyes focused on an embarrassed Serena. The two weren't 'official' and it wasn't exactly certain to anyone whether they were friends or more than at this point, but Dom had undoubtable faith in the fact that they soon would be even if they weren't yet.

In a split second, Bernie hoisted herself on to the bar and started to strut towards Serena with the microphone in her hand, belting out the classic tune enthusiastically. Serena was hiding behind her wine glass, looking up through her eyelashes as she tried to defer attention from herself though her failure was unparalleled. Bernie paused in front of her, squatting down to take the glass from Serena and take a gulp before proceeding to sing the next verse.

"Bernie, get down!" Serena hissed as she tried to ignore all of the eyes that were glued to the pair of them, swallowing down her unease and shaking her head in dismay. In her drunken state, Bernie seemed more than mildly proud of her performance and was thriving on the attention, though at the sight of an F1's phone capturing the entire charade, Serena couldn't help but smirk at the idea of Bernie's shame in the morning.

"But I think you know, that I can't let go…"

Serena was watching from behind her own hands, glancing every few seconds before seeing Bernie hop off the bar and onto the floor without a moment's thought. Without thinking, Serena shot up to see if she was alright, only to find that all those years of army training had obviously given her undeniably good balance. Bernie continued to dance along with the music, flapping about in typical seventies' fashion and seemed unfazed by the powers of gravity working against her in her inebriated state. Rolling her eyes, the brunette settled back upon her seat, Bernie came close to her and sang directly in her face. Whispering a line of the song into Serena's ear, Bernie left the punters hanging before Serena took the microphone from where it had fallen in her lap and finished the verse before shoving it back in Bernie's face.

Everyone cheered when Serena sang - if there was one thing in the world that she could do better than Bernie, it was singing. There was a blush across Serena's cheeks and it was unapparent whether the flush was a result of the affections of the onlookers, or of Bernie. Bernie cupped the brunette's reddened cheeks as she proceeded to sing the last verse, serenading Serena quite plainly. Serena smirked, glaring at Bernie and trying to hold a straight face until the music came to an end.

Dom cheered keenly, clapping as he and Zosia laughed merrily at the glorious performance. The rest of the pub seemed impressed with the performance, most of them having been somewhat familiar with Bernie beforehand, while Serena was less than thrilled in the knowledge that somehow she would end up accountable for the evening's events when Bernie sobered up.

"Who wants another?!" It had become quickly apparent just how drunk Bernie was - she was many things but never the centre of attention and Serena knew that she would be blamed in the morning if Bernie woke to find she was the talk of the hospital again. Dom egged her on incessantly, even offering a duet if she fancied it, and Bernie seemed quite enthused by the idea but was stopped in her tracks by Serena.

"Bernie, come on. Let's get you home, ey?" Serena suggested as she took Bernie by the arm, prising the microphone from her hand and placing it on the bar before guiding her towards the door.

"Aye aye, home it is." Bernie replied lightheartedly, giggling to herself as they made their way outside to find a cab. "Were you entertained, Miss Campbell?"

"Quite, Miss Wolfe. I didn't see ABBA as your go-to, and I didn't see karaoke as a flirtation technique either!" Serena joked humbly as they got in to the back of a taxi and headed back to Serena's house.

"Flirting, Serena? Would I ever?!" Bernie scoffed drunkenly as she continued to laugh along, somewhat delirious. Under her breath, she started to sing ABBA again, this time Waterloo and Serena simply apologised to the taxi driver and rolled her eyes. It was difficult to pretend that she didn't find the performance absolutely hilarious - Bernie was many things but a singer she was not - so Serena just kept her head down and forced her laughter back down inside of her as the blonde crooned lowly.

Even as they arrived back at the house and went inside, Bernie continued to sing aloud. Serena turned to face her with an expectant look, and was met with Bernie's challenging eyes as she continued to hum Take A Chance softly. Impulsively, Serena leant in and kissed her promptly, if only to get her to stop singing, and felt Bernie's lips curl against her own. Take A Chance On Me indeed.