Amanda and Olivia had been together three years, their relationship was far from perfect, but they were committed to each other, or so Olivia had thought. She had no reason not to trust Amanda, until she had come across the blonde shamelessly flirting with a younger uniformed officer at the scene of a crime two days prior, officer Clarke, as if she could forget that woman's name. Her long flowing brown locks, intense brown eyes, olive skin. She was like a younger version of the seasoned SVU leader. Since then, Lieutenant Benson had been unable to get the image of her girlfriend being unnecessarily touched by the younger woman, the way she had batted her eyelids when they spoke, the playful banter of their conversation from her head. Two days it had been plaguing her, and today just compounded on it.
Liv had had what could only be described as the worst day in the history of the world, and that was without even catching any new cases. The day had started with spilling piping hot coffee down her crisp white blouse, followed by a visit from chief Dodds regarding politics, an argument with her girlfriend over officer Clarke, that had resulted in a shouting match behind the closed door of her office, even though it could obviously be heard by the whole squad, mundane paperwork, and then as if all that wasn't bad enough, she had to play the political lieutenant she was and give a press conference about yet another serial rapist that had managed to elude them all over the last three months. It had honestly been the day from hell, so instead of going straight home with her girlfriend, she'd come to the bar across the street for a couple of beers to relax and unwind.
A few hours and four beers later, Olivia felt the beginnings of a buzz going on. Her phone had lit up on numerous occasions, messages from Amanda about what time she'd be home, where she was, who she was with. The brunette had chosen to respond to one an hour ago, letting her girlfriend know she was having a drink, alone and wouldn't be too much longer, and after that had put her phone face down on the bar, ignoring it's incessant vibrations, knowing full well it was just Amanda.
Half way through her fifth beer, the brunette made the conscious decision that this should be her last before she headed home. Not wanting to fully annoy her girlfriend, just needing some time to unwind.
"I haven't seen you here before." The woman said, causing Olivia to look up from the label she had been picking at on her bottle.
Olivia's eyes looked over the woman that had spoken to her, mid-length blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, clearly worked out. She was beautiful, and if she was single, Olivia wouldn't think twice about trying to take her home for the night.
"Haven't been here before." Olivia stated matter of factly, not wanting to seem rude, but not wanting to engage in conversation either.
"What brings you here, uh?" The woman asks, floundering for a name that the lieutenant hadn't given.
"Rough day. Olivia." Benson responded, reaching out her right hand to shake the woman's hand.
"Sarah." The blonde responded, shaking the foreoffered hand.
Olivia didn't bother to make any further conversation, returning to picking at the label of her beer bottle, occasionally swigging the amber liquid down.
"Can I get you another?" Sarah asked once Olivia had finished the bottle. What could one more hurt right? Now she was just putting off the inevitable of a very pissed off amanda.
"Sure." Olivia answered, half shrugging as she spoke.
Three more beers later, Olivia was a lot more relaxed, maybe even too relaxed. Sarah was obviously flirting with her, complementing her at every given opportunity. It was nice, just talking, having fun with a complete stranger. They'd leant a little about each other, the brunette not really delving into her personal life at all, not for any specific reason, other than the fact she was trying to forget the stress of the day. The brunette was slowly losing count of just how many bottles she had consumed.
