Something With Vodka In It
任何含有伏特加的东西
They didn't see each other at first, but that wasn't surprising. It was Friday night and the club was full to bursting, a long line outside the entrance that wasn't getting any shorter. No one wanted to leave.
Thirteen certainly didn't, not until she had someone to leave with. She was trolling, she knew it, but she didn't care. She was drunk enough not to care about anything, but not high enough to be falling over. Not high at all, she wouldn't risk it now, but alcohol, it was still a buzz. Still made her fuzzy enough to forget her future and focus on pretty girls.
She didn't realise who the blonde was at first. She offered her a drink without thought or a smile. A smile wasn't going to get anyone into her bed, but alcohol would. When she turned around and smiled at her, Thirteen forgot all about her legs disappearing under her skirt, the tight top over her curves and stared at Cameron's red lips and cheeks.
"Dr. Hadley."
She couldn't speak at first, and Cameron's smile grew a little, amusement shining through.
"Anything with Vodka in it," she said then, and Thirteen nodded.
"Sure Dr. Cameron."
"Allison," she said. Thirteen couldn't remember her own name for a second, only vodka, so she concentrated on that and ordered two drinks from the bar. Cameron took a swig of hers and leaned back, showing off the curve of her breast and hips that pink scrubs hid.
"You were going to hit on me, weren't you?" Cameron asked. Thirteen almost choked on her vodka based drink, which she suspected was just vodka, but she wasn't sure because in remembering her name she'd forgotten what drinks she'd bought.
"Yeah," she said, sounding confident, feeling fragile. Cameron smiled at her and shifted a little closer, taking another drink.
"I thought House put a stop to-"
"House can't control me," Thirteen said, cutting her off.
"But he is your boss."
"He's a hypocrite."
Cameron snorted.
"So are you," she told Thirteen, downing the rest of her drink. "Are you high?" She stood opposite Thirteen, fractions of some unit of measurement the brunette couldn't process while the blonde doctor was so close, fabric causing a little friction. Cameron checked her eyes then pulled away.
"Just drunk," Thirteen said.
"Not that drunk," Cameron noted, her tone light. The brunette shrugged. "Which is a shame because it means we don't have a reasonable excuse to-"
She didn't finish her sentence, couldn't finish her sentence, not when Thirteen had took a step forward to kiss her. She couldn't decide if she was surprised of not when Cameron kissed back, moving forward so their bodies brushed together, hands finding one another. Cameron held onto Thirteen's hips, the brunette sliding her hands into blonde hair and holding her close as their tongues slide again each others.
Cameron moaned, the sound lost in the music and chatter of the club. They were lost in the music and chatter and sea of bodies already pressed together. Thirteen bit her bottom lip to try and stop her from pulling away to breathe even though she needed air too.
She pushed Cameron against the bar, pushing their hips together, ignoring the people around them, the people watching. Cameron kissed her again, resisting the temptation to grope the brunette in public, her hands shifting under Thirteens' shirt to feel the soft sin of her waist. She moaned again, and Thirteen felt it, the slight vibration of it and smiled.
"Let's get out of here," she murmured in Cameron's eat, nipping on her lobe.
"No," the blonde said, pulling back with a smile.
"No?" she frowned, no one had said no to her in the last six months.
"No." Cameron smiled at her and gave her a chaste kiss, but ghosted a hand down her chest. "Another time maybe," she said. She downed the rest of her drink and disappeared into the crowd. Thirteen stood at the bar, still surprised, for the second time that night before downing her vodka and going to look for Cameron.
Unable to find her, she went home alone for the first time in months.
第一开始她们并没有看见彼此，这并不令人惊讶——那是星期五晚上，夜总会挤得快要爆了，而门口的长队丝毫没有要缩短的意思，也没有一个人想要离开。
Thirteen也不想离开，至少在她找到一个一起离开的同伴之前。 她在钓女人，她知道自己在干什么，但是她并不在乎。酒精已经让她不在乎任何事，却还没到让她瘫软的程度。 或许她并没有醉，她还不会去贸然尝试，但是酒精还是让她躁动，让她恍惚到忘记自己的前程而只去注意那些漂亮女孩。
最初她没有意识到那个金发女子是谁，不假思索地递提出共饮的邀请，但没有挂起微笑。微笑并不能把谁带进床上，可酒精会。而当她转身对Thirteen微微一笑，Thirteen却马上忘了女子下摆下若隐若现的美腿或紧身上衣勾勒出的优美曲线，转而盯着Cameron的红唇红颊。
“Hadley医生。”
她说不出话来，而Cameron的笑容微微扩大，从中闪耀着玩味。
“任何含伏特加的东西就好。”然后她说，Thirteen点了点头。
“好的，Cameron医生。”
“Allision，”她说。Thirteen一时间想不起自己的名字，只有伏特加在脑子里打转，于是她集中于此，从酒吧点了两份饮品。Cameron 喝了一大口然后向后微仰，似在炫耀自己胸部与隐在粉色短裙下的臀部的优美曲线。
“你试着要约我，不是吗？”Cameron 问。 Thirteen 几乎呛到了她的伏特加底的饮品——事实上她怀疑那就是伏特加——但她并不确定，她忙着回忆自己的名字而忘了自己买的饮品的名字。
“是啊。”她说，用一种自信的语调，却感到挫败。Cameron 又对她笑了笑，并挪地更紧了些，又喝了一口。
“我以为House禁止了……”
“House 不能控制我。”Thirteen打断她说。
“可是他是你的老板。”
“他还是个伪君子。”
Cameron 鼻子轻轻哼了一声。
“你也是。”她这么对Thirteen说，把剩下的饮品喝完。“你high*了？”她站到Thirteen的对面，大概距离Thirteen只有几分之一个长度单位，而褐发的她无法在金发医生这么近、彼此的织物轻轻摩擦的时候弄清那单位是什么。Cameron 看了看她的眼睛，然后又拉开了距离。
“只是醉了。”Thirteen 说。
“没那么醉。”Cameroon 说，语调发轻。褐发女子耸了耸肩。“那么很遗憾，因为这样意味着你没有一个合理的借口来……”
她没有也没能说完这句话，Thirteen 向前一步吻了她。 她不知道自己在Cameron 回应并前倾、让两人身体轻轻碰触、彼此牵手的时候是否有惊讶。 Cameron 抚上Thirteen的翘臀，而褐发者则把手滑进对方的金发，将她拉近，让两人的舌相抵着滑动。
Cameron 轻轻呻吟了一声，而那声音很快在夜总会的音乐和嘈杂里迷失了。她们自己也在音乐和嘈杂里以及身体紧贴的感觉里迷失了。Thirteen 轻轻咬了一下她的下唇试图组织她离开以呼吸，尽管她自己也需要空气了。
她把Cameron推在吧台上，再次将两人的唇对在一起，忽略在她们周遭的围观的人们。Cameron又吻了她，努力抵抗想要在公开场所爱抚褐发女子的诱惑，双手在Thirteen的衬衫下游走，感受着她腰部引人犯罪的肌肤。她又呻吟了一下，而Thirteen 感受到了那轻轻的颤抖，继而笑了。
“我们走吧。”她对着Cameron的耳朵呢喃，轻舔着她的耳垂。
“不。”金发女子说，微笑着拉回她的头。
“不？”她皱眉，在之前的六个月里还从来没有人对她说过不。
“不。”Cameroon 又对她笑了笑，然后给了她一个纯洁的吻，但似幽灵一般地把一只手放到她的胸部。
“也许下一次吧。”她说，然后饮完她剩下的饮品，继而消失在人群中。
Thirteen 站在吧台前，在体验完当晚第二次惊讶后，她喝完自己的伏特加，便去寻Cameron的踪影了。
未果，她几个月来头一次独自回家。
注*：High这里指用完毒品。