i'm drunk, i s'pose :open:

[Alex Young]

Today was like any other day. Early morning jog, then spending a couple hours getting ready, then going to supervise the idiots at the company in how to improve and sell their products. To the gym, and then home...it was only dinner time when she did arrive home and Alex certainly didn't want to spend her time sitting alone. So she scrunched up her hair, making it look a little messy, and changed into something a little bit more casual, though sexy of course, and touched up her make up.

Ms. Young took the common bus to one of the best taverns in Princeton. She had brought some paper work, something to do while she had a drink and maybe even a smoke. Anything was better than being home alone. She sat at the bar, the papers spread before her as she read through each one before signing any. A cigarette was set between her index finger and middle finger of her left hand, a small trail of smoke twisting up and away from it. Just outside of the papers sat her drink: an apple martini, almost gone.

"Aw, 'Tender, you should have given the lady something better than this!" The deep, somewhat booming voice of a man called out, walking up behind her, supposedly talking to the bartender. Alex ran her tongue over her lower lip, suddenly extremely uncomfortable. She kept her posture, though, giving the drunk a side glance. "How about s glass of vodka, babe? On me." The man was certainly confident. A sweet smile appeared on her face, fake of course.

"Alright, a glass of vodka on you," Came her response, her words laced with sugar. The man grinned, plopping down on the stool next to her and draping his arm over her shoulders. It was difficult to hide her disgust; the man reeked of alcohol. "Well then, maybe after a couple drinks you'd be interested in coming back to my place for a, uh, cup of coffee."

As the bartender set the vodka in front of her she lifted the glass up, as if to drink from it, then turned and dumped it on the man next to her. "Terribly sorry, how clumsy. Maybe you should go home by yourself and take a nice cold shower." Alex held her falsely sweet smile, though on the inside she was preparing herself to run. Surely he wouldn't do anything in public, though. The man stood up, growling in anger, and glared at her. Though all he did was snarl "Bitch," before storming out of the bar.

A sigh of relief was released when he left and she ordered another apple martini, ignoring the laughter and murmurs in the crowd. They died off quickly enough and the event was forgotten as she returned her attention to her work, bringing the cigarette up to her lips and taking a small drag. Maybe now she could have some peace.

[Amber Volakis]

The more Amber started to think about her routine, the more she got to realize how stupid it was. Getting up, having breakfast, going to work, spending the whole aftrenoon dealing with boring cases. Why were things like this? Why was she only getting the most mediocre cases? Oh, yes. Because all of the interesting ones were being taken to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, where the best diagnostician in the country (who was, by the way, a bastard) was having a little fun with his new team. And Amber wasn't part of his new team. No. House had fired her.

Amber always got umbelievably mad if she stopped to talk about it, so, she tried to stop before she could throw a fit. How? That was why man kind invented the alcohol, for God's sake. So they could forget whatever bothers them. Yes, that actually means that Amber had been drinking a lot recently. Not enough to get drunk, after all, she had a job, and just couldn't show up there all dizy. If there was anything she learned from her 'pleasant' experience with House, was that she couldn't take anything for granted. Not even her job. So, she would just follow the rules and be nice. For now.

Amber didn't quite know why it bothered her so much. Yes, she was fired. Yes, it was quite humiliating. But anyways, she found a job right away. This meant that there were still people in the world who recognized her various talents. At least, that was what she thought. Or what she tried to tell herself so she would just stop mumbling inappropriate words whenever she thought about House. Which was quite often, since it would probably take some time for Amber to figure out how the hell he chose Thirteen over her. Thirteen. This wasn't even an actual name. House had actually chosen a number over Amber.

Now, coming back to the alcohol business. Normally, Amber would just have something at home, but, for some reason, she was feeling like going out and having a professionally prepared drink. Something strong. And she hoped she could find some amusement. She needed to laugh, for God's sake.

Amber entered the first decent looking bar she spotted, and asked for a piña colada right away. Her drink hadn't arrived yet, when she saw a scene that would certainly keep her laughing for several days. A man (a very drunk one, by the way), went to talk with some good-looking woman who was peacefully having her own drink. Amber didn't know what exactly happened, but the drunk guy had probably pushed the woman's limits, and maybe that was why she 'accidentally' dumped a glass of whiskey on him. Amber didn't really care about the reason why, but it was amusing. And brave, of course. The drunk man just snarled something and left, but he could have done worse things. He was drunk, after all.

As soon as she got her piña colada, Amber stood up from where she was sitting and sat near the woman. Amber could use some friendly chat. "Wow, that was a bold move", she said, sipping her drink. "Rather stupid, I must say, and deeply inconsequent, but still. I would have done the same". Then, Amber extended her hand, waiting for a handshake, "I'm Amber Volakis", she introduced herself.

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[Alex Young]

Not long after the man left, someone else sat next to her. She assumed it was another guy, probably attempting to be charming and "compliment" her on tossing the drunk out. How bothersome, did she have to build a fence around herself? She blew out a puff of smoke, preparing herself for another encounter. Alex was just about to turn and tell him to bugger off when she saw it was actually a pretty, young woman. Well, that was much more pleasant.

"Wow, that was a bold move," she began before carrying on to say, "Rather stupid, I must say, and deeply inconsequent, but still. I would have done the same." A small smirk appeared on Alex's face. Yeah, it probably was stupid, but better than most alternatives.

The woman extended a hand and introduced herself, "I'm Amber Volakis." With a pleasant smile, she reached out and shook her hand. "I'm Alex Young." She half expected her name to be recognized, but very few often pieced together that entrepreneur Alex Young was actually a woman. Not that she could complain about that.

"Men aren't smart enough to take subtle hints, especially when they're drunk. Even a flat out 'no' won't register with their simple minds." She smirked confidently, brushing some hair from her face. Alex tried not to be too openly flirtatious, one could never tell when a girl was straight or not and she didn't like startle them. "They need something a little obvious," a chuckle accompanied her words as she brought her drink up to her lips and taking a sip.

"So, Amber," she tested the woman's name, seeing how it fell off of her tongue, "what brings you to this quaint little bar?" As far as she knew, there were only three reasons for women to come to a bar, usually: to have a good time, to get drunk and forget their problems, [and]or to get picked up by men. Ms. Volakis was still quite sober, alone, and didn't look like the type to go home with a man, so Alex assumed she was here for some other reason. Perhaps the same as her: home was just too boring and quiet and alone.

[Amber Volakis]

Amber needed a few seconds to analyze the woman's name. Alex Young. She had heard it somewhere else, recently. Then, after some moments, the memory hit her: the entrepreneur that had invested some money on the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital, the newest board chairman. "Alex Young is a girl", she breathed, taking another sip of her drink. "Impressive", she commented. Amber had always expected the new board chairman to be, well, a man. But it turns out that it was a woman. "I mean, you are the new board chairman of the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, aren't you?", she asked, just to be sure.

"Men aren't smart enough to take subtle hints, especially when they're drunk. Even a flat out 'no' won't register with their simple minds."

Amber payed attention to Alex's words and body language, and took some moments to analyze them. Was she being... flirtatious? I guess so. Amber looked to the woman before her. She was rather attractive, but it was not like Amber wanted her. Was she bisexual, or totally lesbian? Or was Amber taking everything just too seriously? Probably. She had been mistaken lots of times, she could be mistaken on that point to. Anyway, Amber decided just to ignore it for now.

Amber sighed when Alex asked her what had brought her to "this quaint little bar". "Nah, I have just come from work, and I felt like relaxing", she answered. Amber preferred not to mention the fact that she didn't want to stay by herself at her quiet house. She also didn't mention that she hated her current job, and she kind of needed to get a drink after wards. "What about you?", she asked back. "You don't seem to be the kind of woman that goes to bars and gets drunk. There must be another reason", she commented.

[ooc: sorry! short post :/]

[Alex Young]

Amber seemed to process the given name, which caused Alex to incline her head ever so slightly in curiosity. She expected a comment about her having the same name as the entrepreneur or something of the sort. Instead she said, "Alex Young is a girl." The corner of her lips tugged a bit at the woman. Well, it was pretty obvious, most just didn't consider it. That, and she went the extra mile to have the papers refer to her as a man. It was silly (and she often felt a little silly about it), she knew, but well worth it to be respected immediately.

"I mean, you are the new board chairman of the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, aren't you?" The dark-haired woman let out a soft laugh and nodded. "Yes, that I am," she confirmed. She put out the rest of her cigarette in an ash tray, then pushed it away from her papers. The thought of putting her cigarette out on the papers crossed her mind, finish this tedious work 'early,' but of course she couldn't do such a thing. She made a mental note to hire an assistant or something to do this kind of work for her.

Her attention returned quickly to Amber as she answered her question. Relaxing? Well, that seemed to fit well enough. Alex smiled a bit as the question was thrown back at her. She took another drink, pondering her response. "Just finishing up some less exciting work." Setting her drink down, she tapped the papers with her free hand. "Not enough distractions at home." She added in a playful tone and a smile. Alex paused to take another sip of her drink before speaking up again. "Tell me, what kind of work do you do?"

[[ ooc;; heh it's fine, sorry Alex is kinda rusty, new charrie 'n' all ^^ ]]