My head is spinning, I'm fairly certain she's trying to get my drunk. Yup she definitely is, there is that mischievous glint in her eye that I'm learning to recognize. She hands me my forth tequila shot of the evening - I'm sure I grimace as I throw it back – ugh tequila is so not my drink. I have an early shift tomorrow, so this should really be my last one but she's already signaled the bartender to fetch another round. Tonight's date was unexpected – I was lounging on the the sofa, eating my weight in lucky charms, watching some tragic lifetime movie when she'd called to say she was in the neighborhood and if I wanted to meet her for a drink. Leaving me no time to change, I feel kind of under-dressed in my jeans and white tee, especially when Callie is all kinds of WOW – in black skinny jeans and a cleavage friendly green shirt. I can't take my eyes off her and in my inebriated state I'm not been very coy about it either. At least I'm keeping my limbs in check – I've been known to get a little handsy after a few drinks and since we haven't even gone so far as a over the clothes grope yet I'm not sure how my drunken advances would be received.

She hasn't spoken in a while and I can feel her eyes on me, she told me earlier she wanted to talk to me about something – as curious as I am; we're getting to a stage where every silence isn't followed by awkward glances around the room to look for a conversation topic, so I can wait until she's ready.

"The reason I was in your neighborhood tonight is that I was having dinner with my father"

She looks worried, why should she be worried about having dinner with her father? Should I be worried that she's worried?

"Oh....that's nice" Smooth Arizona, real smooth...

"He's coming to the hospital tomorrow to have lunch before his flight back to Miami"

Okay, she's still not telling me something, the worried look hasn't left her face. AGH! Does she want me to meet her father? No, its way to soon – but she did get married in Vegas...

My mental debate must of reached my face because she's looking at me curiously.

"He doesn't know about me...about us...about me dating women"

THANK GOD, I mean parents love me, I'm Arizona Robbins – I'm awesome, but normally the parent meeting doesn't occur until we've seen each other naked – that's Calliope naked, not her father...ugh what is wrong with me.

"Calliope – its okay, I understand if your not ready"

I can see the relief wash over her face, only to be quickly replaced by a new wave of anxiety. Waving to the bartender I order a fresh round of drinks – to hell with my early start if this is any worse than the prospect of meeting Mr Torres I need alcohol.

"There's something else..." I only quizzically raise an eyebrow and take a long swig of my beer, I mean REALLY what else can there be...

"I'm rich. Like not Paris Hilton rich or anything but I have a trust fund -"

"Woah, Calliope! Its okay, I already know"

"What? How could you know? Who told you? Was it Mark – that manwhore promised me -"

"No one told me, they didn't have to"

She's so cute when she's confused, her lips form an adorable pout and she squints her eyes inquisitively in a way that makes her sexy as hell.

"Your a resident and your purse looks like it cost more than your paycheck, you drive a super hot car and your always trying the pick up the check -"

Before I have a chance to finish my sentence her lips are on mine, she tastes of tequila and lime – before I have a chance to fully reciprocate her lips are gone. I still recovering when I hear her laugh, that deep hearty chuckle that I'm beginning to love - I must look like a teenager after their first kiss – eye's closed, mouth agape.

"I've wanted to do that since we got here"

Her voice is low and throaty, she's leaning so close to me I can feel her hot breath on my face.

"Me too -"

This time I lean forward and close the gap – I'm pleased its almost closing and the bar is pretty much deserted because we're probably putting on quite a show. Pulling back I see something new in her eyes, something I've not seen before but its certainly welcomed – lust. She now has a hold of my hand and I'm been dragged from the bar, look back only too see a pile cash and a smug looking bartender.

We're walking at quite a pace toward my apartment a couple of blocks away. I've been waiting for the moment for a few weeks but I have this unease in the pit of my stomach. I'm about to do something I know I'm going to regret – well for the next few hours anyway but in the long term its for the best.

"Calliope – we need to stop"

And she does, stop. Spinning around with a raised eyebrow that quickly fades to a hurt look. The pouring rain has her soaked, damp hair framing her face, raindrops gathering at the ends – she looks mesmerizing, making what I'm about to do even harder.

"We should stop – wait I mean, this should be special – not a drunken fumble before a day with your father. I don't want to be a mistake to you Calliope"

The hunger has gone from her eyes now, only to be replaced by surprise perhaps...

"Your right, we should wait – on one condition"

What? Conditions, I'm turning down sex and she's setting conditions?! I'm trying to be a "gentlemen" here.

"More" she leans forward bringing our lips together again, quickly pulling back "kissing" before she kissing me a little deeper.

"I'll keep that in mind" I murmur as we pull apart, I will be more than happy to keep up my end of the bargain.