"What in the hell happened last night?" Elliot said groggily as he squinted his eyes at the sunlight. He was hungover, but he had no reason why.

"I dunno, you tell me." Robert said, turning down his boom box. "Only thing I know is that some gorgeous woman brought you home." Elliot slowly turned his hand over and read the now slightly blurred writing. "She invited me to a party." he said reading the date, time and place on his hand. "What was her name?" he asked, trying to remember if she even told him.

"Olivia; Olivia Benson." Robert said, looking at the writing on Elliot's hand. "You gonna go?"

"I guess so, if not for any other reason than to tell Miss Benson thanks." he said with a shrug. "I can't believe I did that; I hate being that freakin' wasted."

"What happened?" Robert asked and then to clarify added. "Why did you get so wasted last night?"

"Kathy dumped me."

"With a baby on the way?"

"It was a false alarm." Elliot said, sadly as he remembered the events of yesterday.

"I'm sorry man. That's okay, things happen for a reason. I'm sure this party tonight will take your mind off of that shit."

"I hope so." Elliot said, staring at his hand.

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"What happened to you last night?" Rachel asked as Olivia walked into the dorm from her not-so-morning jog.

"Ugh. Don't ask." she said, plopping herself onto her bed.

"I already did."

"That guy I was talking to was totally smashed so I took him home." she said, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "After I invited him to the party tonight. He seemed like he'd be a nice guy if he weren't drunk."

"And how are you expecting him to be at a party?"

"He really didn't drink much and he was totally smashed. I could tell that he doesn't drink often."

"Whatever you say." Rachel said, busying herself with her literature anthology. "So is he your rebound?"

"I don't need a rebound. I'm the one doing the dumping." Olivia said, pushing open her closet door. "He just seemed like he needed a friend. What should I wear tonight?" she began to flip through the never ending line of reds, blacks, and other random colors.

"Wear that red dress you look so hot in. That will put any rebound guy in the bag."

"He's not a rebound guy." Olivia said, irritated.

"Come on Olivia, I know and you know that you are going to try to sleep with him, despite what you may say."

"That is so not true." she said, pausing as she laughed. "I never sleep with a guy on a first date."

"So you are going to try to sleep with him?"

"Maybe sometime. I dunno." she said with a shrug. "He wasn't completely unfortunate looking."

"Which is code for: he's so hot that if he wasn't so drunk yesterday I would have fucked his brains out."

"You know me too well." Olivia said blushing profusely as she pulled a purple dress out of her closet. This ought to work, she thought to herself as she looked over the dress that had spaghetti straps and accented her cleavage. She knew as well as Rachel did that she would be hooking up tonight.

"So when are you going to tell Jake that it's over?"

"I was thinking that I just wouldn't." Olivia said simply as she pulled on a lilac bra. "I mean, he'll figure it out when I don't call him, right?"

"That's awful." Rachel said, looking up from her anthology from the first time. "You can sometimes be the biggest bitch in the world."

"I know." Olivia said not at all affected by being called a bitch. "I mean come on if I was a guy, it'd be different, he just wouldn't call and that'd be okay."

"Good point." Rachel said, throwing her book down. "You did only go on like what, one date?"

"Pretty much. Zip me?" she asked, walking towards Rachel.

"So how much longer until this party starts?" Rachel asked, beginning to look through her own closet. Olivia looked at her clock and realized that it was already three.

"A little less than two hours." she said, grabbing a brush and curling iron. "I'm gonna go do my hair." she said heading out the door. She wondered, as she walked to the bathroom, if Elliot would actually show.