Casey sashayed down the corridor, an extra spring in each step of her favorite boots. A smile graced her lips as she thought of last night. Tequila, a lot of it. Serena, pushing her up against the bathroom door. Serena, sprawled in her bed, gloriously naked, and definitely not a prude. Good Lord, most definitely not a prude.
In hindsight, she knew that she should have said no. She knew that what had seemed like a very good idea at midnight, probably wasn't going to turn out to be one in the demoralizing light of day. She had felt Serena slip from her bed, dress quietly, and steal from the room. Who knew what kind of reception she would get when she finally saw Serena face to face. Still, no one would ever be able to take away from her one essential thing.
She, Casey Novak, wearer of the lime, object of jokes and derision by her fellow ADAs, had fucked Serena Southerlyn, golden girl of Hogan Place. And it had only taken nine shots of tequila. Maybe next weekend, she could get it down to six.