A damn bar

NYPD didn't host many parties, and when they did, they were all mostly tame and calm, mainly just gatherings, so when Fin suggested a big, flashy party, Olivia was hesitant, but eventually she agreed.

She was on a party yacht, and the lights were blinding Liv, the things around her falling in and out of her focus, but really she could only see one thing. She was sitting at the bar, drink in hand as she stared at you.

Your her ex, she shouldn't be having these thoughts about you. With her position of power, she had you assigned you to specific cases so she wouldn't see you as often, but even after all this time she spent to avoid you, it came crashing down because you showed up at a party in the most eye-catching outfit ever.

— You're going to be the death of me,...

She whispered under her breath, taking a sip of her glass of red wine.