Alcohol
A/n: Rewritten.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Law & Order: SVU, nor do I own the characters I mention that are on the show. If I did, there would be lots of flying monkeys, Cassidy would still be on the SVU, and there would be more FEMALE detectives on the show.
She sat down at the bar and sighed. If she ever needed a beer, it was tonight. This night meant so many things. Seven years ago, on this night, she'd sat in this exact spot and gotten drunk enough to sleep with Brian Cassidy. He'd obsessed over her for six months before finally realizing that it hadn't meant anything. He'd left SVU shortly after that.
"Hey," a familiar voice said. Olivia looked up and smiled.
"Hey." The man sat down next to her and ordered a beer.
"It's been a long time, Olivia."
"Twenty years," she replied, turning and looking at him. He looked her over quickly before looking up at her hair.
"You've changed a lot," he told her. She smiled and brushed her hair back behind one ear.
"You really haven't, Kevin."
"Other than being divorced, no, not really," he told her. She took his hand in her own.
"I'm sorry." He picked up her other hand with his own.
"Don't be. It was my own damn fault. I called her your name one too many times," he explained. "I never did tell her who you were… my first fiancé." Olivia smiled and looked down at that designation.
"I agreed to meet you on the condition that wouldn't come up," she reminded him.
"You actually thought it wouldn't?" he asked.
"Honestly, Kevin, I don't know what to think. What is this all about?" she asked. He sighed.
"Always did want to get right to the point, didn't you?" he asked. He smiled slightly. "I wanted to give us another shot."
"Kevin, when was your divorce finalized?" she asked.
"Two weeks ago," he admitted.
"I don't do rebounds, Kevin," she said, beginning to stand up. He gently grabbed her wrist.
"At least stay, so we can talk. Twenty years is a lot to catch up on," he said. She looked down at him and sighed.
"Fine. But you're buying," she said, smiling.
"Wouldn't think of having it any other way," he said. She sat back down and he let go of her. "So, what would a gorgeous woman like yourself be doing for a living?"
"You don't live in the city, do you?" she asked, smiling.
"Vermont. Until last week," he admitted.
"I'm a police detective," she told him. He smiled.
"I always pictured you as a Rockette kind of girl," he told her. She laughed at the thought.
"Well, I don't kick high enough for that. What about you?"
"High school English teacher… I know, how very exciting," he said, mocking sarcasm.
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Olivia smiled, for what felt like the millionth time that night. "I have to go," she said.
"Don't just leave me here," he said. She shook her head.
"I have to work in the morning. The captain will kill me if I'm hung over," she told him. She gently kissed his cheek and stood up. "I'll see you soon, okay?"
"How soon is soon?" he asked. She smiled.
"Call me tomorrow night. We'll figure it out from there," she said. He nodded.
"How about I walk you home?"
"I'm a cop, Kev. I can take care of myself."
"Well then, how about you walk me home?" he asked. She smiled.
"Get a cab, go home, and sober up. You're drunk."
"You're beautiful."
"You're drooling," she whispered. She laughed and made her way out of the bar, into the solemn darkness of the night. Without even thinking, she pulled out her cell phone and blocked Kevin's number. "It's for the best." She didn't even turn around and see him watching her walk away.
"It's for the best."