Olivia Bensons POV It was about eleven o'clock by the time I left the precinct, it was Friday night so I decided to go to the bar down the street for a drink. When I got to the bar Fin, John, and Elliot, were sitting at a table in the back left corner. So I walked over and joined them, ordering a shot of straight tequila after I sat down. After a hour, at least I think it was an hour of laughter and more shots then I should have had, but who cares it's a Friday night and I'm with all my friends, honestly I could spend the rest of my life this way. What could go wrong?
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