Author's Note: Olivia is a Mets fan because she truly understands pain and suffering.

"That was the best dinner of my life!" Olivia shouted as she and Alex exited Salvatore's. They walked to the corner and started to cross the street when Olivia stumbled over the curb.

"Easy there, Liv," Alex said, as she reached out to steady Olivia.

"Thanks, Al. I couldn't have survived that fall!" Olivia giggled at her exaggeration.

Alex smiled. The wine had put her in a good mood, but she wasn't flying nearly as high as Olivia. "She's definitely a cute drunk," Alex thought.

The two women walked hand-in-hand towards Alex's building. They arrived at the entrance and Alex turned towards Olivia. "Would you like to come up for a few? I think it's in our mutual best interest to spend some more time together."

"No wonder why you have such a great conviction record! That was the most amazing argument I've ever heard," Olivia responded.

Alex laughed. "I think I've had one or two that were slightly better. Though maybe I should just start inviting jurors over for dinner."

Olivia looked at her with a concerned look. "You can't do that...it's cheating. What if someone found out?"

"I'd be disbarred. I was kidding, Liv." Alex realized that Olivia was definitely more intoxicated than she had originally thought. It was still sort of cute, but she hoped Olivia's common sense would turn back on soon.

"Oh good. Because that would be the worst thing that ever happened," Olivia stated.

"It would definitely be awful. So...are you coming up?"

"Of course!" Olivia exclaimed.

Alex fished her keys out of her purse and a few minutes later they were in Alex's apartment.

"Can I get you anything? Maybe some water or a soda?" Alex asked.

"How about some wine?" Olivia suggested. "We're still in celebration mode here!"

"I don't know, Liv, don't you think we had enough at the restaurant?"

"The night is young, and tomorrow is Saturday. I'm not on call this weekend, so I can enjoy myself for as long as possible."

"I really think you should take a breather," Alex suggested.

"Oh come on, one more isn't going to hurt," Olivia scoffed.

Alex sighed. "Ok, one more glass. But that's it. I have an open bottle in the fridge."

"You're the best, Alex!"

"I don't know if you'll be thinking that in the morning," she said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Make yourself comfortable," Alex called out. "The remote is on the side table if you want to watch TV."

Olivia flipped through the channels until she found the Mets game. They were playing the Giants in San Francisco, so the game was still going on even though it was late in New York.

Alex returned and handed Olivia her glass of wine.

"Nothing for you?"

Alex shook her head. "I'm a lightweight and I'm feeling absolutely wonderful right now, so I don't need any more wine."

Alex sat next to Olivia and watched as she took a sip of the wine. "What do you think?"

Olivia's focus was on the game. "About what?"

"The wine. How is it?"

"Oh, right...the wine! It's amazing! It definitely has flavor notes or something."

Alex grinned. " Ok, I admit I'm a full-on wine snob."

As Olivia sipped her wine, Alex moved closer. She wrapped her arms around Olivia, and Olivia leaned into her embrace. For a few minutes, neither of them spoke.

Alex broke the silence. "I feel so content right now."

"I know. I'm incredibly happy. This is perfect...cuddling with you, watching my Mets - oh come on, what are you swinging at?!" Olivia yelled at the television.

"Shhh, Olivia, it's after eleven and I don't want any noise complaints from the neighbors."

"Oh...right. Sorry. But that pitch was two miles off the plate!"

"I'm sure it was. But yelling isn't going to change that. Maybe we should watch something that's not so frustrating," Alex proposed.

"No, I'll be good," Olivia promised. She and Alex continued to watch the game, silently enjoying each other's company. Alex didn't care about baseball, but she was willing to sit through every single inning if it made Olivia happy.

Olivia broke the contact by setting her empty glass on the coffee table. She turned to face Alex. "You know..." Olivia started.

"Yes, Liv?"

"You know what would be great? Another glass of wine," Olivia said, as if it were the most logical statement she could make.

"No, that's really not a good idea. You said one more. Your 'one more' is done. You've had more than enough," Alex told her.

"Alex, I'm just trying to enjoy this night. I'm not a college kid, I know my limits. You're violating the Declaration of Independence. Or whatever old piece of paper has my rights." Olivia's speech was slightly slurred and her eyes were glassy.

Beligerently drunk Olivia was not all that cute. Alex decided to try a different approach.

"Olivia, how would you like to make tonight last even longer?"

Olivia was intrigued. "Are you going to stop time?"

"I'm not. But why don't you stay here tonight? I can fix up the couch for you. Then we'll still be together in the same place."

Alex hoped Olivia would agree. She did not want Olivia going home in the state she was in.

"That is an amazing idea! But can't I sleep in your bed?"

"No, not tonight. First of all, you're in no shape to consent to anything I would like to do to you. And second, I want to make sure that everything is perfect before we get to that stage."

Olivia pouted. "Ok, fine. But only because you're the best."

Alex was relieved that Olivia didn't argue. "I'll grab you a night shirt and some sweats."

She found an old T-shirt and some loose black sweats for Olivia. Alex also grabbed two pillows and a light blanket from her closet. When she returned to the living room, Olivia was curled up into a ball on the couch, fast asleep.

"That was fast," Alex said out loud. She draped the blanket over Olivia and stroked her hair. "Goodnight, Liv," she whispered.

Alex laid in bed, wide awake. Her mind was jumping all over the place.

"I can't believe I'm actually going out with Olivia Benson! I have wanted this for so long and it's really happening!"

"I hope I don't mess this up. No, Alex, don't even think that way. I'm going to treat her like a queen and I'm going to put in 100% effort to make this relationship work."

"But what was wrong with her tonight? I've never seen Olivia drink that much. Maybe she was nervous...I know I was. I'm sure it's a fluke - she knows firsthand about how damaging drinking can be."

"I'll keep an eye on her consumption though, just as a precaution. I need to look out for her."