By the time six o'clock came around anger had begun to cripple my thought process and I just wanted to scream. How could he have just left me like that? Who the hell did he think he is? I know, Fitz was a selfish asshole. Well that's it. For once I wasn't going to be a gladiator. I was putting down my guns and my calm and collected stature. I am sick and tired of being so damn strong all the time. For once I was going to be an Olivia Pope who went to the Japanese bar in her hotel, and get god damned smashed.

After three sake's and four Sapporo's I was slurring like a motherfucker and had developed a southern accent. My watch looked like the spinner in twister and the bar tender kept speed talking in Japanese shouting things at me that I had no understanding. I reached in my wallet and grabbed my money, paying much more than the bill actually was, and turned around in my spin chair. Directly behind me was Hal sitting at a table with Rob. Very indiscreetly I marched right over to them.

"You know Hal; you never really were good at staying hidden behind the nonexistent trees back in DC." I slurred.

"Ma'am. I think it's time we took you upstairs."

"No, I beg to differ Hal. I think me and you and your little boy here Rob should all have one last drink. Then you can deliver me to the big bad wolf where I'll get lectured for being a non adult for once." There, that sure told him.

"Um… Ma'am. We are on strict orders to deliver you when you have reached a…certain point in the evening."

"I am perfectly capable of walking to the elevator and pushing a button thank you very much. You tell that stuff shirt upstairs I do not wish to see him and I shall be leaving tonight on the plane that Cyrus has so wonderfully placed on standby for me. You tell him that Cyrus actually had the decency to make sure I wasn't abandoned and left alone in this city. You mark that last part down Hal and make sure he hears every damn word, that pretentious asshole." Alcohol fueled my rage and I started blubbering like an idiot. Slowly I stood up and managed like a drunk idiot to turtle pace myself to the elevator door. I could tell that Rob was standing near me making sure I didn't stumble. As I stepped into the elevator I made sure to give him a good sneer for treating me like a child. Really, I should be glaring at Fitz for leaving me. I should be taking all of this out on him but I was being an idiot and yelling at the poor damn guards. Tomorrow I was going to feel even worse and end up embarrassingly apologizing to both of them. Shit. Only I could pep talk myself in the elevator and depress myself to death.

As soon as the doors opened to my floor I marched to my room with my head held high. I wasn't going to wish that he was in my room. It was not going to affect me either way if he showed up or not because he didn't even have the dignity or the respect to even utter a goodbye. Capital A asshole for sure. However, my wishes were not granted. Instead doom filled its place, for leaning against my door with his shirt unbuttoned at the top in a Louis Vuitton suit, stood my beautiful Fitz.

"Go away." I slurred.

"That's not very nice." Fitz smirked.

"You're not very nice."

"Ask me why I left yesterday."

"No."

"Olivia… ask me why I left yesterday."

"As I told you at Camp David, I don't do what you say anymore. No." I pushed him aside and opened my door. I turned around and attempted to close it in his face but in my drunken stupor I failed miserable and Fitz slipped in anyway.

"I had a meeting. I needed to be there so I didn't want to wake you."

"Wow, I didn't know lying was part of the Grant repertoire. Glad to know it finally made is way onto the list."

"What are you talking about?"

"I know your itinerary you jackass. Huck emailed it to me this morning. If there was a meeting clearly I would have known about it, therefore wouldn't have been mad that you left me like a tramp without even saying bye. This isn't my first ride on the merry go round, I played the slutty mistress for awhile…or did you forget?"

"You and I both know that you were not a mistress. You were more than that…much more than that. And me being the jackass actually did have meeting with the North Koreans and Iran. It doesn't make its way into the books because as you know, being the smart beautiful ass that you are, they can't be at the G8. Any other unforgivable and damning crimes you would like to punish me for?"

"Fuck you. You know I hate it more than anything in the world when you leave me like that. It screams mistressey and slutty when you punish fuck me and leave."

"I'm going to let that go because clearly Japanese alcohol and Olivia don't mix. You don't have the right anymore to tell me when and where I apologize or say hello or say goodbye. You pushed me away, remember? You're the one who is keeping company with ex boyfriends and scheming with Mellie behind my back. You're the one who keeps leaving, NOT ME!"

"Yeah I did those things, but shall we back track Fitz? Two words and two sentiments, very small and very lethal…Amanda Tanner and Presidential election. You remember those right? You remember asking me to cover up the affair that you had with your sparkly new flavor of the month? You know what my favorite part was though right? When you lied to my face… you had me convinced that you didn't, that you couldn't go there. You implored that it was beneath you, you couldn't "fall for some young girl". Those were your words right? Haha… no lets keep bringing up my ex-fiance. The one I dumped for you…the one that I keep turning down for you. FOR YOU. But yes, lets keep bringing up how I'm sleeping with old boyfriends who are "everything I ever dreamed of". I have given up everything for you. You couldn't even imagine the things that I have done to insure that your precious presidency doesn't get fucked up. I've hurt people I love, I have ruined peoples lives and reputations, and for what? So you can go fuck Amanda and ask me to cover it up for you. So do me a favor Fitz, and go use your pretty boy high horse act somewhere else. I came back here to work things out with you, offer myself as your whore again but clearly you don't want me anymore."

"Are you done?" Fitz asked extremely calm. Umm… what?

"Yes." I managed to whisper before I broke down in sobs. Fitz slowly walked over and hugged me while I continued to cry. After a few minutes we walked over to the bed and laid down. Eventually the tears stopped falling and my body began to stop shaking. With my body next to his I found my safe haven and calmed completely down. I rolled over and stared into his gray eyes, the same gray eyes that provided solace in desolate times. The eyes that expressed such devotion in times of desperate need. His eyes were the eyes that saved me.

"Fitz…?" I whispered.

"Yes Livvie?"

"Will you stay with me tonight…and be here when I wake up?"

"Yes Livvie. Come here." With that command he wrapped me in his arms and I rested my head against his chest. "Sleep sweet baby."

"Fitz?"

"Mhmm?"

"I love you…thank you for putting up with me."

"I'll always put up with you Liv. I just don't know if you can put up with me… We'll talk about it tomorrow. I managed to finish up all my meetings early and I'm going back with you tomorrow. We have the whole day. Sleep babe…I'm not going anywhere."