Lucky Thirteen

Allison couldn't believe that she actually thought that dressing up and going to a restaurant alone would make her feel better… that's how much of a funk she was in. She just wanted to go back home and crash, but that's also the last thing she wanted… she'd probably sit there for a bit the go back to work. Work was more her home at this point anyways, she didn't like her apartment without anything Remy in it.

She closed her eyes as she unlocked her door and walked inside, already taking her shoes off. She looked up in surprise as she saw none other that Remy Hadley standing next to the kitchen counter, frozen because she was caught.

"I was just—"

"No…" Allison smiled, "It's fine." Her smile fell, completely broken, "Get whatever you came here for." She bent down and picked up her shoes then walked over to the brunette, "Will you unhook me?" She asked as she turned around and pushed her back into Remy so that Remy would have no choice but to unhook her dress for her.

Remy stared at the dress Allison was wearing. Her mouth watered at bit and she wished she could just turn her around and kiss the crap out of her… Instead she took in a ragged breath, "Yeah… I can do that." She tenderly lifter her hand to the clasp and unhooked it, "What are you all dressed up?"

"Chase wasted no time…" the blonde blurted and turned back around. She knit her brows at herself, then decided to go with the lie because really… it sounded better than the truth, "He asked me out the minute after I confirmed our break-up…"

Remy felt like she was being stabbed, "And you… you said 'yes'?"

"You told me to…" Allison defended herself, "So, yeah… I agreed." She crossed her arms, keeping the dress up and looking defensive, "Are you jealous? You broke up with me… You..told me to say yes…"

Remy knit her brows, "Right. Yeah." She nodded and nonchalantly said, "I'm glad you're moving on so quickly."

"Yeah right." It was a joke, but it was the complete and honest truth. She looked up at Remy, "What did you forget?"

Remy stared at the counter a moment, "Nothing…" She shrugged, "I was just…" She fingered the key that used to be on her key chain and now laid on the countertop, "I was giving you back your key…" She held it up, "But, since you weren't home, I was just gonna leave a note and use the 'oh shit' key under the extinguisher outside to lock back up."

Allison stared at the key, "…Oh." It was her turn to take in a ragged breath, "Well… you've done that, so it's time for you to go."

"Al…"

"No. Rem…" Allison shook her head and tried to push Remy to the door.

Remy instead grabbed Allison's hand and waited for her eyes, "Are you okay?"

Allison shook her head, "No! I am not okay! My girlfriend of almost ten fucking years broke up with me because she wants me to be happy, but the only thing that will make me happy is her… And I just want to complain and cry to my best friend, but I can't do that because she is the very person that hurt me in the first place! So, no. I'm not okay." She retracted her hand from Remy's and pushed her to the door.

"Al, I'm sorry—"

"Don't be sorry." Allison said softly, "Just… leave. Please." The beginnings of tears unshed their way in her eyes, "I can't… I can't." She shrugged as she looked at Remy's now blurry face.

"Okay." Remy nodded and turned then walked down the hall to the elevator. She looked back and saw Cameron staring back at her completely broken once more… and it was all her fault.

She shook her head at herself then decided it was time to stop beating herself up, and to remember that this is what Cameron needed… And she needed to forget… only three things could do that: A bar, a little E, and a woman.

~0~0~0~0~0~

She knew walking into the bar that shit was going to get real that night… she just didn't know that 'real' meant 'I'll be going to the hospital that I work at because the girl I brought to my new place just had a seizure…'

And she didn't know that 'real' also meant that the woman she left crying and broken would be at the ER working instead of sleeping… working on the girl that she had just fucked… But with her luck, she really shouldn't have been as surprised as she was.

"Female, late 20s, tonic clonic seizure." The EMT said as they got Thirteen's 'date' out of the ambulance and rolled her into the hospital.

"Duration of the seizure?" Cameron asked, feeling a familiar presence next to her… It can't be… She thought, but knew how very much it could be and was the woman she was in love with.

"A little over three minutes." Thirteen said.

"Does your friend have a history of epilepsy?" Cameron asked not looking at her eyes quite yet.

"She never said." Thirteen wouldn't look Cameron's way either.

Cameron turned to the woman on the bed, "My name is Dr. Cameron. You're in a hospital. We're gonna take care of you." She now looked up at Thirteen, "What's her name?"

In that split moment they exchanged a look… a specific look… a communicative look. They both read each other like they were looking in the mirror. Thirteen did this because it's what she does when Cameron is out of the picture… it's what she's always done, maybe not for the past decade, but it's what she's done before the past decade… and it's probably what she'll do everyday she'd not with Cameron. They both know that. Cameron looked at her apologetically, telling her that she hadn't actually gone on a date, and that she only wanted to make Thirteen feel like shit.

Cameron was hurt… and Thirteen was too. The brunette couldn't believe her luck, she really couldn't…

She swallowed and shook her head, "I don't know."

~0~0~0~0~0~

"House." Cameron said as she walked in his office. She knit her brows as her friend stared expectantly out of his office towards Wilson's.

He put up a finger, telling her to hold on, and grunted out his 'Please wait, Cameron, my blonde bestie.'

"I have a case I think you might be interested in." Cameron tried to sound anything but sad and pathetic, in every sense of those words.

He darted around her, "Not now." He said as he hauled it towards Wilson's office.

Cameron looked out the window to see what House was looking at then just decided to run with him, "A 26-year-old woman had a tonic clonic seizure."

House looked down and over to the small woman, "What about me speeding away says to you 'let's chat'?"

She ignored him, "History of fatigue, and two years ago she had a retinal vein occlusion."

House stopped in front of Wilson's door and stared at her, hand on the knob, "She's diabetic."

The blonde shook her head, "No, she's not. And she has no history of hypertension." She tried to hand him the file, but she failed.

"It can wait." He said just as a loud sound and a groan came from inside. He gave her a look, "I knew I should've set up a video camera. Stay there." He grinned and walked inside. "Oh, my goodness. I played a practical joke on my best friend, and he's badly injured."

Cameron heard him say as he shut the door… She could only roll her eyes.

When the door opened once more, she started talking, "The seizure could be the result of dehydration or something neurological." She tried to give him the file again, and this time he took it—thank God.

"Or the ecstasy you found in her system." He gave her a look.

"According to Dr. Hadley, the patient took the drugs about five hours before the seizure, so—"

"What does Thirteen know about it?" House looked at the blonde.

Cameron looked down, "Uh, apparently she was with the patient last night."

House knit his brows and glared at the file then at his friend, "At 3:00 AM?" When all he got was a shrug with no eye contact, he knew that his thoughts were right on track, "Oh, yeah! Penthouse forum meets medical mystery. Maybe there is a God."

"House!" Cameron scolded him, both angry and sad.

"What? It's a case brought to me thanks to girl-on-girl action… I can annoy, irritate, anger, and piss Thirteen off by taking it. And because you guys are broken up it's not you… Which is a blessing for us all… if the human teddy bear was in this kind of trouble…" He looked at the file then back to her. They stared at each other for a full minute before he did something very un-House-like and grabbed her shoulder, bringing her in for a hug, "Are you gonna be alright?"

"No." She wasn't going to lie to him, "But… I mean, I'll get through it." She wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Cameron." He said sternly.

"I'll get through it." She pushed from him and looked up, staring at him as if she were a rebellious teen telling her parents that she was gonna stay out past curfew.

He gave her one last look then walked to his office.

~0~0~0~0~0~

She knew that this was going to happen… Somehow House found out and wanted to treat this girl… Okay, Cameron probably told him, because this girl really was House's kind of sick, but she'd already been made fun of, verbally abused and basically, in so many tones, been told that this was all because Cameron was hurting and it was all her fault.

She now had to go take Spencer's bone marrow, "I can handle this alone."

House gave her a hard look, "You've already handled it. That's why you need a chaperone. Of course, I'm a very permissive, understanding chaperone. So feel free to ignore me. You know, if you're in the mood to start kissing, or groping, or showering."

Thirteen stared at Spencer, "You'll have to excuse Dr. House. He mistakes immaturity for edginess."

"You're Dr. House?" Spencer asked curiously, knowingly.

"I assume my name came up last night in the form of a moan. You had sex, then a seizure. Could be a particular position or activity that set it off." He leaned in and stage whispered to Thirteen, "That sounds like a valid medical theory, doesn't it?"

"I'm really sorry. Just ignore him." She apologized to Spencer.

Spencer only shrugged and looked over to House, trying to ignore the pain, "Whatever you think we did, we — we did. And then some."

"Lights on or off?"

Thirteen, already annoyed, uncomfortable, and a little paranoid that all of this information would be getting back to Cameron turned to him, "Do you have a medical rationalization for that one?"

"Light sensitivity."

"On." Spencer answered.

"Figured she had more shame than that. Did she talk dirty, or did you rely on vague hand signals?" House asked as he grabbed a clipboard and started writing on it.

"She's, uh, pretty direct about what she wants." Spencer looked from the uncomfortable woman preparing the rather large needle then back to House.

"I'm learning so much." House gave an evil smirk. "Okay, score the score. Scale of one to ten."

Thirteen started sticking the needle in, "Don't answer."

"Seven." Spencer said in pain.

House grinned a little as he turned the clipboard around, "Finally got one right." He showed them both a '7' and set the clipboard down. He saw Thirteen's disgusted look and gave her the same on in kind before he walked out.

~0~0~0~0~0~

"This morning, you rejected drugs." Taub said as House decided it was drugs during the next DD.

"That's when I thought that Thirteen was right and was just jerking her around. Cardiac arrest means she could be a serious user."

"Great." Thirteen rolled her eyes.

"What?" Foreman asked, curious.

"That means that something she did at my place set this off. Either she brought drugs in, or she grabbed something from my medicine cabinet. And that means my place needs to be searched. Now, I'd be happy to do that myself, but unfortunately that would be far less titillating for House, so he's about to come up with some convoluted medical reason why I have to stay here while he goes through my stuff."

House gave her a look, "Patient's dad had bypass surgery. Means she's a candidate for atherosclerosis. She needs an ultrasound. That was much less convoluted than what you just said."

"I'm not giving you my keys. If you want to do this, I'm going."

"Who could pick a lock?" House looked around the room.

Foreman shook his head, "I'll go. Make sure he doesn't steal any underwear." He felt sorry for both Thirteen and Cameron… ever since she found out she had Huntington's, he'd tried to make her life even the slightest bit simpler. He knew that House liked Thirteen, but he was obviously on Cameron's side of this, and Thirteen… needed someone that knew both of them as well…

~0~0~0~0~0~

Cameron answered her cell on her break, "House? Where are you?"

"Searching your girlfriend's place."

"What?! Why?" She tried to ignore the pain that jabbed her when he said 'girlfriend' and she remembered that there should be an 'ex' before it.

"Because party girl might have brought something with her, of course. Say, do have custody of all the toys?"

"Toys?" Cameron asked.

"You sleep with the same person over and over, that's when you need accessories. First time is plenty exciting on its own." He said.

Cameron heard Foreman begin to scold him as she took the phone from her ear and hung up on him… he did not get to know the answer to that question… especially if he's already got logical reasoning telling him the answer. She rolled her eyes and threw her phone on her desk haphazardly, deciding against keeping it on her the rest of the day.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Thirteen grit her teeth as she entered Spencer's hospital room. First, the fact that the brown recluse was in her apartment wasn't too thrilling, now being forced to look at this woman that she slept with all naked and stuff made bile rise in her throat… Not because Spencer was beautiful, but because she felt like she was cheating on Cameron… and that was probably the worst feeling she'd ever known. She shut the blinds and turned back to her, "I need you to stand up and take off your gown."

"I think I would've felt a spider biting me." Spencer said as she got out of the bed.

"Not necessarily." Thirteen put on her gloves and waited for Spencer's gown to fall.

Spencer stared at her gloves, "You really need those after everything we did the other night?"

"The other night I wasn't your doctor." She started on with the spider bite search.

"How long are you gonna stay mad at me?"

"How long are you going to be here?"

"Oh. Okay, then." Spencer said sarcastically.

"Look… I really had no intention of ever seeing you again."

"So… Having me end up here is a little less than ideal. I get it. But… We just met. How'd you know you didn't want to see me again?" When all Thirteen did was continue searching, Spencer asked, "You cheat on your girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend." The doctor said seriously.

"But you had one… and she broke up with you recently?"

Thirteen glared up at her, "I broke up with her."

"And now you regret it by going to bars and coming home with a different partner every time?" And when Thirteen didn't respond again, Spencer smirked, "I figured I wasn't the first girl you cruised."

"Why is that?"

"You're awfully good at it."

"'Awfully good' eh? It's been ten years since I've 'cruised'… Even still, you'd think with all that experience and the fact that I am 'awfully good' that I'd be better than a seven."

Spencer smirked, "We just met. We were both drunk. Not like there wasn't potential… Little more practice for the both of us, I'd say we're looking at a nine. Easy." She turned a little more to the other woman, "But that would require a repeat performance with someone that's not the girl you regret leaving."

~0~0~0~0~0~

He found Thirteen in the gallery looking in on the surgery, "That, um, thing, you were hoping House didn't find at your place. I, uh, I found it." Foreman said referring to thing House didn't find at her apartment that she just knew she was going to get more shit about. He pulled the document from his coat, "You did the CAG test two weeks ago. A number this high means you have less time than you thought. It's understandable you'd be upset. Doesn't mean you have to self-destruct."

Thirteen gave him a look, "It's not noble for you to protect me from House if you're just gonna judge—"

"There are things you should be doing. Working out, improving balance and coordination."

"Yeah, that sounds like a blast. I'm having fun. Cramming as much life into my life as I can."

"You're doing drugs." He gave her a look, "Staying up all night, having sex with strangers. Avoiding Cameron at all costs—"

"It sounds fun to me. A relationship is not fun… drugs and girls are. Good night."

She went to the balcony of the foyer and looked into the ER. She watched Cameron a while, and once she got up the nerve to tell her that she made a big, huge, gargantuan mistake, she darted the other direction and into a bar…

~0~0~0~0~0~

Cameron saw Thirteen walk in the next morning… she saw what she looked like and her heart absolutely ached. She snuck out of the ER and stood outside the Exam Room. She wanted to give the girl some privacy, but she wanted to make sure that she wasn't self-destructing completely… which was what she was afraid of.

She didn't realize that Cuddy was in the hallway as well until she began pacing and turned towards the main part of the clinic and found her staring at her, "Dr. Cameron…" She had a suspicious look on her face, "Who's in there?"

"I don't know." Cameron tried, knowing she was failing miserable, "This is my pacing place?" She asked instead of lied.

Cuddy gave her a look as she rapped on the door.

"Exam going on. 15 minutes." They heard Thirteen say.

Cameron gave her a guilty look then tried to stop Cuddy, but failed miserably as they looked into the room and saw Thirteen trying to hide the IV and pull the needle from her arm.

"Good morning, Dr. Hadley." Cuddy gave her an angry look.

~0~0~0~0~0~

House walked into Cuddy's office to find House, Cameron and Thirteen all present. He hoped that something juicy was about to happen, but then he saw the broken look on his best friend, the angry look on his boss, and the guilty look on his employee.

"Found her in the clinic giving herself IV fluids." Cuddy said as she crossed her arms.

"At least you could've let her finish. She looks terrible." He chanced a glance to the blonde in the room then back to her.

"She has a fresh nightclub stamp on her wrist. She's in no condition to practice."

"Unless this is a prelude to an actual spanking, there's no reason for me to be—"

"I want her to take a drug test."

"You can't make me do that." Thirteen stood up and looked at the woman pleadingly.

House looked over to Cameron again who only turned away from them all and stared out of Cuddy's office windows.

"But I can suspend you until you do." He heard Cuddy as he gathered Cameron's feelings.

He turned to her, "Because she went to a nightclub in her free time? Or because she had sex in her free time? Patient was undergoing routine surgery for RTA. Didn't need Thirteen here for that. And I don't need you making my employees punch a clock or pee in a cup." He looked at Thirteen then nodded his head to the door, "Let's go." When she hesitated, he gave her a look, "Come on."

Thirteen looked at her stunned boss and didn't even try to see the look on her girlfri—on her ex-girlfriend's hidden face as she followed him out.

"Thank you." She said quietly.

House turned back to her, "By the way," He stopped them completely in the foyer, "The surgery was not routine, patient stopped breathing and you missed a differential. You're fired."

"What? You just defended me."

"No, I just prevented you from getting a drug test. Probably saved your career. I'm already taking responsibility for one doctor with a drug habit." He popped a Vicodin for effect.

"I don't have a drug habit."

"The slutty party girl is fun till she pukes on your shoes. Then she's just a pain in the ass."

Thirteen stared after him with a determined look on her face.

~0~0~0~0~0~

"I heard." Foreman walked into the viewing room, finding Thirteen looking at the x-rays.

"Yeah. I'm looking for my ticket back."

"Sorry if I upset you. I didn't want to invade your privacy."

Thirteen shook him off, "It wasn't your fault. Can you get me caught up?"

"Think you're gonna find something we didn't?"

"It's good for the patient. Good for me."

"Films are clean. We ruled out hypertension. Guys have her on a treadmill running a methacholine challenge. And I still think you've been acting like an idiot."

She gave him a look, "I know."

~0~0~0~0~0~

Thirteen sat on the bench after finding the key and still getting fired. She ran random conversations of this week through her head.

"Empty transient sex? I've been waiting for you to spiral out of control, ever since you got your Huntington's diagnosis, but this is more than I dared hope for."

"Wait. Were you doing drugs?" Foreman asked her.

"Not diagnostically relevant."

"Depends what we're trying to diagnose. It's how steep of a spiral you're on." House gave her that House 'Yes, I'm now punishing you' look.

"Thirteen, go stick a needle in your girlfriend's pelvis. And no, that one wasn't a metaphor. Suck out some marrow. That one was."

"Should've known it wasn't a coincidence. Found your letters. You recognized House's name. And you're the first patient I've seen who actually enjoyed being accosted by him." She said to Spencer angrily, evidence in hand.

"I would've told you, but—"

"What exactly would you have told me? That you slept with me to get to House? That you've been trying to get him to take your case for over a year?"

"I'm sick. No one even wrote back."

"You used me." Her eyes bore into Spencer's.

"You used me."

"My motives were clear."

"You might've figured out my motives faster if you bothered to ask my name. I followed you to that bar because I wanted to talk to you. See if you'd help me get to House. I didn't expect you to be so aggressive."

"Thank you. My employees can take care of it from here. We need to biopsy the cysts."

"You fired me because I screwed up. I just proved I can pull my weight."

"All you proved is you know how to make an entrance."

She shook from the thoughts, stood and started cleaning out her locker when House walked in, file in hand.

"Why not men? You're bisexual. If you were just being self-destructive, you'd be having random sex with men. Better chance of getting assaulted, catching a disease. If this were just about getting laid, it'd be a lot easier to pick up men. Or ugly girls. This woman's hot. Which means you like the challenge, the conquest. It's the control that gets you off. And controlling women is as close as you can get to controlling what's gonna happen to you."

Thirteen rolled her eyes and stared blankly at him, "Here I thought I was just into boobs."

"You can't control the outcome of what's going to happen to you, but you can prolong it. You can—"

"Shut up, House." She stared at him, "I don't want to hear it. I know what I can do. I know that you think I should get back with Alliso—"

"You don't deserve her." House said with a low, dangerous tone, "I'm glad that you're not dragging her down anymore. I just hope you can live with what you've done to her for the limited time you have left. Or maybe I'd rather you just be gone and forgotten, maybe that's why I fired you."

"Go to tell." She shut her locker door with a bit of force.

He gave her an unreadable look, "Instead of getting sweaty with a stranger for a night, why don't you try taking it to the next level? Play God." He gave her Spencer's file, "Tell a girl that she's got ten years to live. She has LAM."

She stared at the file a while, "Okay."

"This is not a test. You're not getting your job back if you can—"

"I know what it's like to get this news, and no one should have to get it from you."

"I'm not quite sure if you're saying that to me, or yourself." He shrugged, "Oh well." He limped out of the locker room.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Thirteen barely held it together as she told Spencer that she had LAM, but she did and now she was out of surgery, back in her room and waking up, "They removed all the cysts they could. That should help you breathe better."

"How long until the cysts come back?"

"We don't know exactly. I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry."

"I know you're scared."

"I don't know what I feel."

"You're gonna be numb for a few more days. Then you'll go home and cry for a few weeks. And then you get angry. Start telling yourself nothing matters anymore. You start doing stupid things. Maybe you go out to bars and pick up a bunch of women."

Spencer knit her brows and looked at her, "You're…" Thirteen nodded, "How long do you have?"

"Maybe a little more than you. Maybe a little less." She got up, "You know… I made the biggest mistake of my life when I started telling myself that nothing mattered anymore… when I started telling myself that I didn't matter… Make sure that you don't do anything you regret, and if you do, and you feel the regret instantly, don't bury it away because you're never gonna dig a deep enough hole…"

Spencer had glanced a couple times behind her as Thirteen spoke, but was listening intently. She stared out of the hospital room a bit longer and said, "Was that mistake of yours a hot, blonde ER doctor that wears pink scrubs?"

Thirteen turned around and saw Cameron. She decided to defy House, which she then realized is what he wanted her to do, and was going to walk out there when Spencer made a noise. She turned around and saw blood quickly filling her white bandages.

"Oh, God. What's going on?" Spencer asked.

It took a bit to get the bleeding under control, and when she turned back and tried to find Cameron, she was gone… she had even gone to the ER, but couldn't find her at all.

~0~0~0~0~0~

"I'm glad you're here." Spencer said as Thirteen laid in bed with her. Thirteen only smiled and nodded, "So… tell me about this hot, blonde ER doctor that wears pink scrubs and was a mistake for leaving…" She smiled at her, "You said you hadn't cruised for a decade, I'm completely curious…"

Thirteen gave Spencer a look, then looked off to where Cameron had been standing two days prior, "She's everything." She shrugged, "She's the only person I've ever cared about… including myself. She was… She still is the reason I actually get out of bed. She's my life."

"So you broke up with her?"

"My disease…" She shook her head, "First I'll lose control of my body, then my mind… I'll be a shell and she'd still have to deal with me at that stage. I don't want her to have to put up with that. I saw my mother go through it… I don't want to have to put anyone through it."

"So you broke up with her…" Spencer nodded, "How did the love of your life and you meet?"

Remy smiled, "Well… we'd seen each other at the local gay bar and coffee shop just off campus of our alma mater… then our first conversation was in the library…"

"And?"

"It was love at first sight for me… I mean… that's why I had to meet her… people kept telling me to stay away from her, and that, of course was like telling a kid not to touch things in a museum…"

"So… you touched?"

"I kissed…" Remy nodded, "That was after a couple weeks of trying to figure out how to get her name… and then…" She shrugged, "I was turned into a completely different person… right now, you're looking at the pre-Allison Cameron version of me…" She looked down, "And apparently the post-Allison Cameron version of me… I'm not good when I'm not with her. I'm harmful, mainly to myself, but it's who I am… She built me up and made me good." She looked off into space and stopped talking.

Spencer stared at her a moment, "You know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you need to get over yourself and tell her all of that. I'll bet she takes you back… Women don't watch from nurse's stations if they don't still care…"

"Maybe you're right." Remy looked at her then back to where Cameron had been standing before.

"You're not gonn do a damn thing, are you?"

Remy didn't answer. She only looked away from the nurse's station and away from Spencer.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Thirteen walked into House's office a while later.

"She said yes to the transplant."

"Good. You're in a downward spiral of destruction."

"I can stop." She lied.

House knew she was lying too, "You're gonna keep spiraling. Keep screwing around. Slashing away at every person who tries to help until no one tries to help anymore. Till you hit bottom. Till you're dead. Until then… I can use you."

"You're hiring me back?"

"You did good work."

She knit her brows, "I did good work yesterday, and I was still fired. What changed?" She realized it just as she asked, "You wanted me to spend time with her. See if I could still make a connection."

"You connected with a diagnosis, not with her."

"You're trying to save me, trying to control me. You're doing exactly what you think that I'm doing… Why?" Another realization, "Allison? Did she ask you to hire me back?" When he nodded, she took in a breath, "Tell her thank you." She looked down.

"She told me to hire you the day I fired you. I wasn't going to hire you because she asked me… I needed my own proof. Maybe she's made me soft, but I saw you two together and I see you two apart… I did need to see if you could connect to something—anything besides that spiral."

"Well I can."

~0~0~0~0~0~

"Another life saved by girl on girl action."

"She get's to live."

House and Foreman's words rang in her head as she walked into the bar that night. She needed a release… after this case, after getting used by Spencer… after seeing Allison watching them… and that God damn look in her eye… She needed a release. She would have denied anyone that commented on the fact that the woman she brought home that night looked like. And she would have denied the fact that she called the woman 'Al', 'Ally', 'Allison', and 'Baby' all night long and told her how sorry she was and how much she loved her… at least this chick was super wasted so she wouldn't remember a damn thing in the morning… Or maybe Remy was the wasted one…