She had lost count after her third shot of whatever English brand whiskey it was that Sarah had brought home from her daily exploits of only God knew what. However losing count didn't mean Cosima couldn't tell when it was time to stop. She saw through all but blurred vision that Sarah was pouring yet another shot. "No, shit, none for me." Cosima managed to spit out, craving terribly for some of the pot she had stored away in her bag. Her bag was in the other room, which could have been Miami. She was on the couch and she wasn't moving.

"You know for all the weed you puff up you'd think you could handle a bit of liquor, yeah?" Sarah piped up, throwing the two glasses of whiskey back before stumbling over to the couch plopping down next to Cosima who was smiling widely.

"Pot and alcohol are two very different substances, smart ass. My head doesn't spin around like a fucking merry go round when I'm high." She giggled at herself as she watched Sarah shake her head, offering up a smile. "Next time you want to get drunk we're smoking instead."

"Fine, druggie." Sarah said, holding her head in a lowered position as the alcohol worked its way through her system. They had been trying to figure out a way to tell Alison she had signed her life away to Leekie and his goons, but the topic had been so depressing, they drank instead. She had promised Cosima it would be therapeutic. Sarah had lied through her teeth.

Out of the silence that was Sarah's personal thoughts, Cosima started rambling, and all Sarah could do was listen; those last two shots had sealed the deal for a now very drunk punk rocker. "You know Delphine had a dream the other night she walked in on two of us in a compromising position." Cosima laughed again as Sarah leaned her back against the couch and looked to the ceiling, which was spinning slightly. "I never really thought about it until now, you know, the idea of being with your clone. Well our clones. No one else has a clone!" She laughed again as Sarah sat motionless and shut eye against the couch.

"To be honest Cos the thought never crossed my mind." Sarah's mouth was dry and her voice croaked as she spoke to Cosima, not sure where she was going with this, but she was too drunk and tired to really care at the moment. "Which two of us- OI!" Sarah's neck snapped up and here eyes shot open as she looked up to Cosima who was atop her now. "Bloody hell Cos I don't want to make out with you!"

"Sarah no one is here, no one will know. Well except Delphine, she'll want to hear about this." Cosima's hands were playfully at Sarah's sides, gripping at her shirt. "Dude come on I'm not going to get you pregnant or anything. I'm just following the science." She nodded at Sarah thinking that would persuade her.

"Oh for God's sake Cos what science are you following by having a lady boner for your clone?" She watched as Cosima rolled her eyes and shook her head before leaning down to swiftly kiss Sarah on the mouth. To her surprise, despite Sarah's questioning against the idea, Cosima felt Sarah's hands against her cheeks in seconds. After a few moments of tasting each other's lips, they separated and their eyes met, Sarah's pulling away first as her head collapsed on the back of Felix's couch. "Shit."

"Dude." Cosima started, moving off of Sarah and back to original position on the couch. "That was…" But before the scientist could finish, Sarah pulled her clone towards her kissing her again, this time with a bit more passion and hunger than the original 'experiment' Cosima had employed. Again their lips separated, hearts thumping, breathing heavy. "Awesome." And they watched each other from inches away wondering what to do next.