"I think I should call a cab," Lizzie volunteered as the end credits rolled on the last #TGIT show for the night.
"I'll do it," Olivia insisted, as she reached across the couch to get her handbag.
The movement was clumsy enough to make Ms. North burst out laughing. Olivia giggled as she looked through the accessory for her phone.
And then something warm rested on her thigh.
Elizabeth's hand.
"I think we should both stop pretending we're drunk," the blonde declared.
"I thought I'd fooled you."
"So did I."
Blue eyes met dark brown ones.
"It's perfect," thought Olivia as her mind raced.
Elizabeth North wasn't an elected official, and her fall from grace had put her out of suspicion.
She was close to Susan Ross, who might be a serious contender for the highest office in the next election – if she chose to run – which would pit her against Olivia's client.
Mellie Grant.
Lizzie Bear had a daughter, so she wouldn't try anything stupid. Huck wouldn't like it if she did.
And on top of that: no one would even think that they could be...what could they be doing?
"You've always had the most succulent lips," the other woman remarked.
The hostess rose from the couch and switched off the television.
"Your cab will be here in the morning," Olivia stated before she turned back round to face her guest.
Elizabeth took the hand that was held out to her and allowed herself to be pulled up.
Their lips locked the moment they were on their feet. Fingers stroked through hair, shoes were kicked off...a blouse began to be unbuttoned.
Olivia had to steer them both – backwards – to her bedroom, where she flipped Elizabeth mid-tumble so she could land on top of the plush covers.