A/N: So, I'm updating this while watching 'Ghost'. Seeing Alex and Casey on screen together inspired me. They'd look too cute together.

There were no words that could adequately express the amount of contempt Casey had for Serena at that moment. All throughout her undergraduate years, Casey had played the wingwoman and she had hoped it would change in law school. For once—just once—she wanted to be the one who had a particular woman in sight and the one who made that woman hers, but there she was in the same position she had been in for the past four years. Casey was about to turn twenty-two and, although she had been intimate with a few women, she had never had a girlfriend.

"Remember, it's just a couple of drinks," Serena whispered to her. Casey just rolled her eyes and pretended not to hear her. She knew it was immature, but it was better than saying something she'd probably regret.

"I knew you couldn't resist," Abbie said as Serena sat next to her at the booth.

"Don't flatter yourself," Serena said, her fingertips gently tracing Abbie's sides. "I had nothing better to do tonight."

"A feisty one. I like that." Without even introducing their friends, Abbie and Serena started making out in front of everyone.

Casey had yet to sit down at the booth, but the moment she saw what they were doing, she figured she might as well sit next to Abbie's friend to save her from being the third wheel. Figuring she'd be nowhere near as good-looking as Abbie, Casey wasn't nervous about approaching her. She wasn't worried about being tongue-tied or making a bad first impression. This was only drinks and there were absolutely no strings attached.

"I guess we're their audience," Casey said as she sat next to Abbie's friend. When she finally took a good look at her, her heart started racing.

She's not as good-looking as Abbie, Casey thought. She's actually hotter than her, but why does she look so familiar?

They hadn't spoken more than a few words to each other but Casey was already feeling herself getting lost in the blonde sitting next to her. She had the most beautiful blue eyes and her glasses only enhanced their beauty. She was so slender and delicate—almost like porcelain, Casey thought. Casey began to focus on her long blonde hair that was half down and half pinned back with a small clip. Her eyes then moved lower until they were focused on Alex's lips. Red lipstick? Not many women can pull that off, but it looks so flawless on her. Casey started to wonder if it was the type of lipstick that didn't rub off when kissing and she made it her own personal goal to find out by the end of the night.

"I'm Casey," she said nervously. After seeing how beautiful 'the friend' was, she had lost all of her confidence.

"Alex," the blonde responded just as nervously.

"You look so familiar, Alex, but I'm having a hard time placing you."

"I spilled coffee on you," Alex said and averted her eyes.

"Oh, that was you?" Casey asked. "Had I known you were you I wouldn't have minded as much."

"If you knew I was me?" Alex asked, confused.

"I don't even know what I'm saying," Casey admitted.

"I was trying to place you, too."

"Oh, really?" Casey asked playfully.

"I just realized I've seen you on ESPN—on the Women's College World Series. You played for Arizona."

Casey started laughing once she remembered what Abbie had shared with her earlier. "So you're the one who thinks I have a cute butt?"

"Guilty," Alex said with the slightest hint of blush on her cheeks.

Casey glanced across the table and noticed that Abbie and Serena had gone from making out and pawing each other to delicately kissing and whispering things into each other's ears.

"Let's get out of here," Abbie told her.

"And go where?" Serena asked.

Abbie playfully nibbled Serena's ear. "My bed. I don't want some quickie in a bathroom stall or behind the building. A woman like you deserves to be worshipped all night."

Casey had a feeling Abbie said that to almost every woman she had sex with, but Serena didn't even question it. She grabbed Abbie's hand and led her out the door without even saying a single word to Casey and Alex, leaving the two of them with no idea what to do next.

It's official, I'm going to kill Abbie Carmichael, Alex thought as she saw her friend take off. She enjoyed getting to spend time with Casey, but she had no idea what to do next. Should they stay at the bar? Should she invite her somewhere? It was already close to midnight, already too late for dinner or even appetizers, so Alex knew that plan was out. There were always parks and coffee shops to go to, but going to a park might make Casey think she wanted to get her alone and going to coffee shop at midnight just seemed unusual when there was no need to pull an all-nighter.

"Do you want something to drink?" Alex asked, figuring they might as well stay at the bar.

"I can get it," Casey told her.

"No," Alex insisted. "Please, let me buy you one. It's my way of simultaneously welcoming you to Boston and making up for spilling coffee on you."

"Well, when you put it that way…" Casey teased. "I'll have a Pomegranate Martini."

"One Pomegranate Martini coming up," Alex told her. She got up from the booth and couldn't help noticing that Casey was checking her out as she was leaving. She's checking me out. The woman of my dreams is checking me out. Just stay cool, Alex. You're new to this, but you're doing okay. Stay cool. Stay cool.

"Wow, you didn't spill it on me," Casey said jokingly when Alex returned with her drink.

"Is that your way of saying thank you?"

"Oh, I have other ways of saying thank you," Casey said as she smiled at Alex. Her smile made Alex blush uncontrollably. Is this really happening? This can't be happening. Is she actually flirting with me?

"Such as?"

Casey took a quick sip of her drink. "Well, other than thank you, there's Danke, grazie, gracias—"

"Oh, stop," Alex said and started laughing.

"What are you drinking?" Casey asked. "It looks…interesting."

"You should try it," Alex said and carefully slid her drink over to Casey. "I love Red-Headed Sluts."

Casey nearly started choking on her drink once she heard what Alex had said. Good one, Alex. Now she thinks you have a redhead fetish and only want one thing from her.

"Oh, so that's what this is about?" Casey teased.

"No!" Alex said quickly. "That's the name of the drink."

"I know," Casey told her as she put her hand on top of Alex's. "I was just giving you a hard time. The set up was all so perfect, too."

Her hand is on top of mine? Her hand is on top of mine! Now, what do I do? Can I kiss her? No, not here. Then where?

"Do you want to go back to my place?" Alex asked. After hearing the question, she wondered where she got the nerve to ask that.

"What happened to me not being a red-headed slut?" Casey responded.

"I'm—I'm not like Abbie," Alex stammered. "I'm not going to try anything with you. I'm not just after one thing. I'd just prefer getting to know you in some other setting than a bar. There's a coffee shop near my apartment. If you'd feel more comfortable, we can go there instead. I just really don't want to say goodbye to you yet."

Smooth, Alex. Now she probably thinks you're obsessed with her.

"Tell you what," Casey said as she went from cupping Alex's hand to intertwining their fingers. "Let's go to that coffee shop you were talking about so we don't have to hear what Abbie and Serena are doing to each other. I want to get to know you without hearing any excessive moaning or slews of obscenities in the background."

"Great," Alex said and started smiling. "I promise not to spill anything on you this time."