Jackie popped another grape in her mouth and brushed the remnants of her breakfast off her pants.

"I'm comin'! I'm comin'!" She said, as she hurried to the make up trailer to get touched up.

She plopped into the seat and her make up artist went right to work examining her face. Right away she grabbed recovery patches and applied them underneath her puffy eyes.

"At this point, you might as well inject some caffeine into them."

She laughed, "These night shoots will be over before you know it."

"Not soon enough."

This week had been hell. In order to make the overnight shoots bearable, they lump them all into week intervals so everyone can get accustomed to them. It never works though. As exhausted as you are come morning, the daylight plays tricks with your mind. By the the time your body finally starts adjusting to them, the week is over and it's back to day shoots, messing up everyone's equilibrium. Thankfully Jackie only had one more scene before she got to wrap for the day. She had a feeling this wouldn't be one of the days she struggled falling asleep.

Freshly touched up, she hopped on the golf cart and made her way to set. As she was finished getting miked up, she heard Quinn softly calling out to her. When she looked, Quinn was holding her cell phone up, someone was calling.

"Who is it?" She mouthed.

"Catherine." She mouthed back.

Jackie was just on her way over to retrieve it when the director called them to their places.

"Dammit." She whispered to herself.

It had been days since they last spoke.

Catherine didn't leave a message. She was angry. She was angry at Jackie for letting them lose contact for so long. She was angry at the dean for putting her in such an uncomfortable situation. She was angry at Adrienne for making her feel this way. But most of all, she was angry at herself. She was angry that the person she thought she left behind, the person she outgrew, was resurfacing. She was angry that she doubted herself after all the progress she had made. She was angry that she didn't trust herself.

Impressed with how the seminar had gone thus far, Catherine agreed to get drinks with Leslie and Adrienne on their last night. The trip had gone without a hitch, perhaps she had underestimated herself.

"I'm going to go back to my room for a few to freshen up," Catherine told the others when they got back to the hotel.

"Okay, we'll be at the bar."

Jackie had promised her a specific time slot she would be able to talk, and that time was only a few minutes away.

As she freshened up her make up, she kept a close eye on her phone. With only one minute to spare, it finally rang, however she was disappointed to find it was only Leslie asking her if she was on her way yet.

"Heading out the door now."

Irritated to the core, Catherine put her phone on silent and stuck it in her purse. She hadn't spoken to Jackie all week. If Jackie didn't have time for her, she wasn't going to make any for her either.

Swearing she'd watch her alcohol intake around Adrienne, Catherine stuck to a glass of wine.

"What? Come on, live a little." Leslie jabbed, "Where on vacation."

"I'd hardly call this a vacation."

"Is being in our presence that bad?" Leslie asked, offended as she threw an arm around Adrienne's shoulders.

Adrienne looked at Catherine and smiled.

"No," She looked back at Leslie and smirked.

She snuck a peak at her phone and her blood boiled once more when there wasn't a text or even a missed call from Jackie.

"Screw it," she said aloud. "I'll take a martini," she told the waiter.

"That's a girl!" Leslie cheered.

Catherine's head was foggy but she felt great. It had been a long time since she let herself enjoy more than a glass or two of wine with dinner. She checked her phone in the bathroom stall, still no word from Jackie. Bolder than usual given her altered state, she concentrated hard on her phone and began to dial Jackie's number. She was ready to give her an earful. Just as she was about to hit the call button, she heard Leslie and Adrienne's voices outside the stall.

"There you are." Leslie said as she exited.

"Where did you think I went?"

"Just checking to make sure you weren't barfing."

"What kind of person do you think I am? I'm not a drunken college kid- no offense," she said to Adrienne.

"None taken," she smirked.

"I'm going to go call my man, I'll see you two back at the table."

"Alright."

Adrienne went into a stall as Catherine washed her hands. When she looked into the mirror she was mortified. Her eye make up had smudged in the corners and beneath her lashes, her lipstick sloppy from the multiple martini glasses.

She heard the toilet flush and Adrienne appeared next to her at the sink.

"You guys could have told me how awful I looked." She said, as she blotted at her lips with a paper towel.

"Oh give me a break, you're never not gorgeous."

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious. You are. You know...," she continued washing her hands, "I was a little shocked to find out Stark is your maiden name."

"Why's that?"

"Uh... You're gorgeous and brilliant?"

"There's more than meets the surface."

"I know, that's why I said brilliant too." She smiled at her through the mirror.

Catherine felt her cheeks flush so looked away. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Engaged? Live-in Boyfriend?"

"God no. There's too much I want to accomplish before I can even think about that."

Catherine smiled at her through the mirror.

"What?"

"You just remind me a lot of myself at your age, is all."

"Well that's the best compliment I've ever received." She winked.

"We better get back out to Leslie."

After last call, the three of them walked down the hall to their rooms. Leslie's was first. "G'Night ladies, see you in the morning."

Catherine's door was next, "Have a good night Adrienne."

Just as she had slid the key into her door and opened it, Adrienne turned back around. "Hey, I have some beer in my room I need to get rid of before we leave tomorrow. Want to help me?"

Catherine looked down the hall towards Leslie's room, "I think Leslie's done for the night."

"There's only really enough for two anyway..."

Catherine hesitated. "I think I've hit my limit for the night."

"Just one?" She pleaded.

She felt a pull as if Adrienne was a magnetic force she was unable to escape. Her smile made Catherine's stomach tie in knots and before she could even let her conscience try stop her, she was following Adrienne into her room.

"I didn't take you for a beer girl" she said, as she watched Adrienne grab two bottles from the mini fridge.

"I know I'm not your typical college girl, but I'm still a college girl" she smiled.

Catherine laughed as she took the bottle from her.

"Cheers," Adrienne smiled as she clanked them together.

"Here, sit. Sorry for the mess." She gathered the pile of clothes from the bed and Catherine sat down. "Excuse me for just one sec, this outfit is killing me."

Catherine looked around the room as she sipped on her beer. It was then that she caught site of Adrienne's reflection in the mirror. She had left the door cracked pretty wide and Catherine wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, but she was topless, changing her shirt.

Catherine's delayed conscience suddenly kicked in. What am I doing here? She thought to herself. Adrienne is my teaching assistant, we're both intoxicated, Leslie is just a few rooms down and... Jackie. Why am I trying to sabotage everything I've worked so hard for. She stood from the bed and sat her beer down.

"Hey, I'm going to head out. I'm exhausted," she called out towards the bathroom door before quickly making her way across the hall to her own room.

A few moments later Adrienne was knocking on her door but she ignored her. She took a shower and tried to calm her nerves. For some reason she was hoping it would wash away the filthy feeling she had.

"I didn't do anything wrong, nothing happened," she kept repeating to herself.

It wasn't until she got into bed that she noticed the missed call and voicemail from Jackie.

"Hi! I'm so sorry, I was with the director and couldn't get away in time to call you when I said I would. Looks like you're busy but call me when you can, I'm done for the day. I miss you so much. Love you."

Catherine called her back, not getting her hopes up.

"Catherine!"

She was startled to finally hear Jackie's voice.

"Jackie..."

"What are you doing up? Isn't it like 3 a.m. there?"

"Yeah, we got drinks after the seminar."

"What seminar?"

"The one in San Diego I told you about." Catherine couldn't believe how disconnected they had become.

"That's already happening?"

"It's happened. Today was the last day, we head back tomorrow."

"Oh wow, I really have no aspect of time anymore. So how did it go?"

"It was really good."

"Good! anyone go with you?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Who?"

"Leslie."

"Aw, that's nice. I'm sure the two of you had a blast together."

"We did." Catherine felt guilty pretending she was only with Leslie, but Jackie would never find out otherwise. She wasn't technically lying either, she never said it was just the two of them.

"You sound exhausted, and maybe a little mad. Am I right?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry. I know I've been a shit girlfriend recently."

Catherine was torn. She had been so angry at Jackie but her guilty conscious was eating at her. She thought it best not to dive into it.

The next morning, she faked a slightly worse hangover than she actually had to avoid any awkwardness with Adrienne. It wasn't until the car ride home from the airport that she was finally trapped alone with her while Leslie got gas.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What? Of course not."

"I wasn't sure, you practically ran out of my room last night."

"Oh that, I felt ill. The mixing of the martinis and beer didn't sit too well."

"Okay, just making sure, because you've seemed to be avoiding me all day."

"No, no. I just have a killer hangover."

Thankfully Leslie got back into the car and thirty minutes later, Catherine was back in her humble abode. Come Monday, everything would be back to normal, or so she hoped.

Adrienne came to her office Monday morning like she usually did, and everything seemed fine. Catherine was so relieved. Maybe she wasn't making a pass at her that night, she had been pretty intoxicated. As they were working to finalize the syllabus there was a knock on her door. Since school wasn't yet in session, she assumed it was Leslie.

"Come in!" She yelled, not lifting her eyes from the paper.

"Hi," She heard a soft voice come from the door. When she looked up she was stunned to see Jackie standing there.