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"Miranda."

For a highly intoxicated person, the fashion icon turned around rather promptly, as if she was waiting for something. Or someone.

"What are you doing here at such an ungodly hour, Andrea?"

Her voice trembled ever so slightly. Andrea didn't miss it.

"Well, uh, I came down for a drink because I couldn't sleep."

As Andy slipped into her seat next to Miranda, Miranda smirked, "Don't you have anything better to do than drinking at the hotel bar? Didn't some editor, Cameron, seem interested in you?"

Andrea was unduly surprised at the fact that Miranda had actually noticed Christian, if that's what she meant.

"Christian? Christian Thompson?"

"Whatever. One of those undesirable names."

"Well he did help me get the Harry potter manuscript and yes we went to dinner."

It wasn't hard to see that Miranda had lost her interest in the conversation as she turned her head and waved the bartender over for another glass of whiskey.

Summoning all her courage, and gulping some more, Andy dared to ask,

"Why are you here?"

Miranda glanced at her if that was a rhetorically stupid question and didn't bother giving an answer.

Alright let's try this again.

"How many have you had?"

"A lot" was the terse reply.

Feeling already a little dizzy, Andy chucked down the rest on her drink and grabbed the bottle to refill her glass.

"I'm sorry about your divorce."

At that moment, Miranda chuckled, in a self-pity way that Andrea felt sorry for.

"Mmm because on top of the shame my husband's infidelity has brought me, I'm also pathetic because I'm talking to my assistant about how I'm feeling about it. That sounds great."

Miranda was hardly making any coherent sense, very unlike her, Andrea thought. Nevertheless her words were cold and final, at any other time Andrea would've backed off and left.

Perhaps it was the drink, or how firmly she believed that Miranda needed someone at this moment, Andrea didn't leave.

"Come on. You need to talk to someone about it. Might as well be me. I'm too drunk to even remember anything."

She finished another glass, as I'd to prove to Miranda that she's drunk enough for Miranda to trust her.

"What do I need to talk about? That I'm work obsessed and that's just who I am? That I don't even regret giving up nothing for Runway, especially not for that stupid Stephen Tomlinson. Not. Even. A little. Bit."

She stressed the last four syllables and then took off her blouse in one swift moment and slammed it on the bar stool beside her.

"Because the truth is, and I know this for a fact, no one desires me. Other than my job, I'm good for nothing. I don't even have one single friend, because I will not befriend those acquinteses that only offer their puffery to get on my good side. No one wants to have anything to do with me."

"That's not true, Miranda..."

"No and what's worse, I don't care. I'm actually content with the fact that I'm going to die alone and no one will be there to take care of me. I won't even have anyone to talk to the day before I die because..."

Waving her hand dismissively, Miranda shook her head and smiled weakly.

"It's just who I am. I can't change it."

Watching the cold and icy 'dragon lady' shatter in front of her was quite too much for Andrea, she frowned and almost couldn't resist taking Miranda in her arms.

"That's not true. I, for one, would love to get to know you for who you are. If you weren't my boss and..."

You're probably not gay, right? So I can't REALLY get to know you...

"Oh trust me. Lots of people wanted to get to know me and none of them got any further than being a one night stand."

Blushing, Andrea realized what Miranda was insinuating. She must have misunderstood.

"That's not what I meant, I..."

"Haha. See what I'm talking about, flinching at the bare thought."

The alcohol was definitely kicking in, that was Andy's last thought because she blurbed about whatever she's been wanting to say for a while tonight.

"No I think you're a beautiful and incredible woman and in fact, I think Stephen was a fucking idiot for letting you go. It's just that I won't ever get the chance."

"I'm sorry?"

Miranda suddenly sounded a lot more sober than she had before. Alarmed, Andy snapped out of it and tried to save the situation. Although how successful, she wasn't sure, because everything seems so hazy and vague now and the room seemed to have dimmed all of a sudden.. did someone turn the lights down?

"Uh. What I meant. Is. Uh. I.. Don't.. Uh. Not, like you."

Miranda moved closer, definitely closer than she had ever been before. Her breath was falling on Andreas neck and she raised her eyebrows.

"Please iterate yourself clearly."

"It's just, sometimes, uh. I see you more than just my boss. But I mean, everyone has a crush on you at one point its not really secret and it's just hero worshipping because you're like perfect you know and.."

"What are you trying to say, Andrea?"

There was a tenderness in Miranda's eyes that Andrea has never seen before. But that was the only sight that registered in her mind as she felt the brunt of the Whiskey pulling her away from this world.

"I'm. I'm. Sayin that we re both drunk and this, whatever, isn't a good idea at all. As much as I.. desire this. We shouldnt, it's probably not right."

"Mmm 'probably' is a very, very, ill-defined term. Isn't it?"

Against her will, she tried desperately to pull herself together and cleared a weight down her throat, before Andrea looked into those marvellously blue eyes.

She opened her mouth to say something. But all of her efforts were annihilated when Miranda leaned in.

And then they were kissing.