A/N Okay so I was drunk whilst writing most of this, hope it reads okay. It's probably makes it more realistic anyway.
Also I have no idea why I started writing this, I have exams and deadlines everywhere.
Arizona hastily swung the door open and almost fell again, only to be caught by the figure in the hallway. She looked up at the newcomer, whose arms she was still in, and brushed some of her blonde hair out of her eyes. She addressed the new arrival breathlessly, their faces inches apart again.
"Callie."
Arizona stood stock still for a few seconds staring up at Callie with what looked like awe and then, with a slight shake of her head, seemed to revert back to her intoxicated self.
"CALLIE! You're here!" She yelled, throwing her arms around her.
Callie, surprised by the sudden movement, took a few moments to reciprocate the hug.
"And Arizona, you're here," Callie said, puzzled.
Arizona pulled back from the hug and looked up at her, equally perplexed, "yes, I live here."
"Well, yes, but…" Callie saw Arizona's interest beginning to fade; her drunk self clearly had the attention span of a squirrel. "Never mind," she finished and looked around the room, searching for the person that had misled her. Not that she minded that Arizona was here, she was actually happy to see her, but the real question on her mind was 'why did Addison lie to me?' The red head in question chose this exact moment to come sauntering over but, seeing Arizona and Callie in the doorway, tried to backtrack and run to the safety of another room in the flat, preferably one that had a lock, but was spotted by Callie before she could make any such getaway.
"Addison!"
"Arizona!"
Two different voices yelled out the names at the same time. Arizona scampered off to answer to her call and Addison stood completely still as Callie closed the front door of the flat and moved towards her, like a predator stalking her prey. Addison's mantra at this point clearly seemed to be 'if I stay perfectly still, she can't see me,' unsurprisingly to no avail.
"Addison. Forbes. Montgomery," Callie took a lengthy pause between each word to convey how displeased she was and raised her right eyebrow at the woman she was addressing.
"I can explain!"
"Please. Go right ahead," Callie said, gesturing towards Addison and folding her arms, eyebrow still raised.
Addison faltered. "Oh, you really want me to explain? I thought you were just going to interrupt me and start yelling." She paused again, clearly trying to think of the right words to say to make what she and Teddy had done seem less unethical. "Well," she began and then immediately spewed out the entire story in less than three seconds. "Teddy told me that Arizona kissed you and we thought it would be a good idea to get you guys drunk together and see what would happen because you'd make a cute couple and Arizona thinks you're hot," she gasped for air as she had clearly forgotten to breathe whilst recounting the story. She paused before speaking again to see if Callie would deny the kissing. She didn't.
Addison threw herself down on the nearest vacated seat, which happened to be the sofa that Arizona had gracefully tripped over on her way to answer the door. "Sit," she ordered. Callie sighed and followed Addison to the sofa and sat next to her, irked with the sudden power swap. "Now," Addison continued, shuffling around and trying to get comfy in preparation for the serious conversation she was about to have. "Tell me everything."
"She kissed me."
"Yes, I am aware of that," Addison deadpanned, "what else?"
"What do you mean 'what else'? She kissed me! That's it! There's nothing more to it!"
"Well did you kiss her back?"
"There was no time! She caught me off-guard!"
"Do you want to kiss her?" Addison continued with her interrogation, getting more and more frustrated at the lack of information she was receiving.
"I…" The end of Callie's answer was cut short by the arrival of one Mark Sloan holding a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.
"Callie! You made it! I was starting to think you weren't coming. Shots?"
"Oh god yes," she said, glancing at Addison. Callie grabbed the tequila, ignoring the shot glasses and took a long swig from the bottle, grimacing at the taste.
Addison watched from her side of the couch. "Alright! I know when I'm not wanted, no need to be so obvious about it," she grumbled and skulked off to find someone else to pester.
Mark watched her leave and then turned to Callie, intrigued, "so who do you want to kiss?"
Callie looked at him in disbelief, "since when did you grow a vagina?" She ordered Mark into the kitchen with her index finger. "Go get more alcohol."
Mark stood up and saluted, grinning, "yes ma'am!"
3 hours later: 1am
"Then he said, 'no need to worry about a hung jury, cause I'm a hung judge!'"
Callie and Mark immediately creased with laughter, gasping for breath between cackles; the alcohol clearly having taken effect, making everything about five times as funny.
"Oh my god, oh my god, that shit is hilarious," Mark said, holding his sides as the tears ran down his face. "What did you say to that?"
"I honestly had no reply, I just had to laugh," Callie replied as their laughter died down.
"Okay, what kind of conversation did I genuinely just walk into," Arizona interjected, eyes wide, having just walked over at 'hung jury.'
Mark started chortling again at the memory of it and then sighed contentedly, "Callie I'm gonna go pee and then get us some more booze." He stood up and promptly tripped over his own feet, crashing into the coffee table. Callie and Arizona burst out laughing as he tried to right himself, finally getting to his feet and putting his hands out to steady himself, "I'm okay, I'm okay," he clarified, walking unsteadily to the kitchen.
"Bathroom's the other way!" Arizona called out, giggling, taking Mark's now vacated seat on the couch.
Callie wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to Arizona, "I was just telling Mark about this time I got hit on at Halloween by some guy dressed as a judge. Worst. Pickup line. Ever."
Arizona chuckled, "even I could have come up with something better than that."
Callie turned to face her properly, bringing one leg up onto the sofa and tucking it under her.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" she said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
Arizona grinned and then paused, her forehead crinkling with thought. Callie's first thought after seeing Arizona's face scrunch up in such a way was 'she is so cute,' but her mind immediately backpedalled and Callie found herself wondering where that little burst of attraction had come from.
Arizona's face unwrinkled and her face lit up. She had clearly thought of a superior chat-up line.
"Hey, honey, are you a parking ticket? Cause you have 'fine' written all over you," Arizona said smoothly, winking at Callie. Callie tried to keep a straight face, but the corner of her mouth twitched and despite clasping her hand over it to try to hide her reaction from Arizona, she couldn't help but break out into muffled laughter.
"Hey!" Arizona said, slightly affronted, "I bet that would work on all the ladies!"
"Uh huh, sure," Callie replied sarcastically, smirking. But underneath the sarcasm, she couldn't shake the memory of how she had felt when Arizona seductively winked at her after delivering that god-awful line. It caused a tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she had quickly dismissed it and chalked it up to too much alcohol.
"Really though? You're not swooning?" Arizona asking, half teasing because in the back of her mind she knew it was ridiculous and cheesy. She then had a devious, alcohol-fuelled thought.
"What if I did this?" she said, slowly undoing the next two buttons of the already rather revealing cream blouse she was wearing. Her black, lacy bra was now on show and Callie was blatantly staring at it. Both girls had clearly forgotten that they were in a room filled with people; people they both knew and went to school with, but on the upside, everyone seemed to have forgotten about them as well.
"I, um, well." Callie could not for the life of her get her words out because Arizona's boobs were staring her in the face.
"Or this?" Arizona continued, climbing on top of Callie so that she was straddling her, knees on either side of Callie's legs. Callie noted that Arizona's boobs were now literally staring her in the face, and she still couldn't keep her eyes off them.
"Callie my eyes are up here," Arizona chastised.
"Uh huh." she replied, not hearing a word of what Arizona had just said, the combination of too much alcohol and Arizona's breasts were clouding her mind and robbing her of all rational thought. Callie placed her hands on Arizona's hips and the blonde's smirk grew.
"And," Arizona resumed her teasing, feeling very brave, "what if I did this?" She moved forward and bent down, tilting her head slightly to the right and attaching her lips onto Callie's neck and sucking, hard. Callie moaned and moved her head, giving Arizona more room to work.
Of course, this was the moment that Mark Sloan, with impeccable timing as always, chose to walk back in with six packs in both hands, interrupting the less than PG fun the two girls were having.
"Wow guys, get a room!" He paused for a second, thinking, "wait, on second thoughts, don't. Hey guys!" he called out, turning his head over his shoulder. "Blondie and Torres are putting on a show!" He whooped with boyish delight.
The two women basically ignored him and Arizona moved her lips from Callie's neck to her ear and whispered, "well, do you wanna?"
"Wanna what?" Callie said hoarsely, her voice failing her.
"Get a room," the blonde answered, climbing off Callie and extending her hand towards her.
Callie took it.