A/N: First part of a two shot. No pairing really (I'm sorry, but hinting at a beginning of something). No beta, no other purpose than write this drabble down because it asked for it.

If you are in a sorority, that is nice. I don't want to offend you. I'm not in one myself, but I know a lot of lovely people who are. I just used the example of a stereotype. And we all know how untrue stereotypes can be. Therefore: Andy's thoughts on sorority-girls do not reflect my own (as they always state it so political correct in disclaimers ;) ).

Don't worry, this story is not about college years (I would never ever write that, especially not with this pairing!).

There's no working for Miranda, so no pairis. Basically: AU.

English is not my native language. All mistakes (definetly in there, even after checking 4 times) are mine. The people however, are not mine at all. I whish I could trade them .

Dark skirt, dark shirt, dark bra, dark heels. Perfect for reporting at a minor conference about the improvement of Aquaculture, not that perfect when hanging in a tree, undistinguishable from the leafs because it is 2am in the morning. Fuck.

This happened only to eighteen year old, naïve sorority girls right? She was 25 for god's sake and had a respectable job. Which had let her in this predicament. Why couldn't Lily just understand that a career in journalism took time? If she wasn't prepared to be dedicated and make sacrifices she would never make it, and that was more than normal. If you wanted to be somewhere you had to work for it. And her area asked for sacrifices in matters of being ready at all hours. News didn't let itself be forced between 9 and 5. But Lily didn't really care for that. Neither her career nor Andy's explanations. Always coming up with the same judgment: you're never with us anymore. You're always at your job. You're different since you started working. You're not the Andy I know.

Well, that last one was the best of her collection. Nate used it all the time before they broke up. And they were right actually. The only difference between her and them that she considered it a good change and they didn't. They wanted Andy who watched Star-Wars marathons and wore oversized sweaters. Which she still did, but just to a lesser extent than before. She was not in the position anymore to do drinks every night or spend a whole day on watching series in PJ's. And her friends resented that.

And because they were her friends, at least on the spare moments that Nate didn't try to get back together with her, she felt guilt every now and then for not being there enough and she would give in to their emotional blackmail and get drunk with them even though she didn't feel like it or had time for it. Every now and then was tonight.

They had gone to 'their bar' and Lily had insisted on pickle back shots. And on beer. And on cocktails. Basically on alcohol and bad combinations of it. To celebrate that they were together and that Dough had a promotion he didn't want at a job he didn't like but that would pay him a lot more than before. Dough was more than happy to escape and get drunk and giggled about everything all night. Nate and Lily had been in a good mood and made only a few degrading comments about her job, and she had tried to stay as sober as possible and cheery as possible, but she had miscalculated her tolerance because she was not used to drinking anymore and Lily kept on bringing drinks. Basically: she got drunk too.

They were walking in some dark ally, because Lily had known a 'shortcut' and thought it would sober them up to walk. Dough had refused, but Andy and Nate had agreed and followed along. Andy had no clue where they were. She didn't care that much, she cared a lot for getting her feet on the ground at the right moment.

'You know, Andy, this night was fun! We should do this wayyy more often.'

'Fun? Lills, I'm not able to walk straight, and I need to be up at 7, that is not funny, stop giggling' she giggled herself 'I'm doomed'.

'Well, you can always screw your boss and be forgiven, I mean, he got his eyes all over you' Nate grinned somewhere between sheepish and jealous.

'Stop it Nate! I'm not even going to react to that. I'm having a job. I am actually earning my way into Journalism.' She tried to turn sideways to him but fastly came to the conclusion that such movements were not a good idea.

Oh Honey, don't be vicious. Natey-boy is just jealous he's not in your pants anymore.' Lily got awfully honest when she was drunk. 'And now that we're talking about this anyway: when was the last time you got some?'

'That is none of your business.' she grinned. Way too long ago, she thought.

'Oh come on, you can share it with us. Any new hotties along the road?' Lilly teased. Nate was frowning more with the minute, yet he also looked curious. An aggressive kind of curious.

'I'm so not talking about this subject.' She was perhaps drunk, but not enough to not remember how the last time she told about this subject had gone. The moment someone mentioned something sounding like Christ-i-an Nate managed to do a very impressive look of a dark cloud. And that douchebag hadn't been more than a one-night stand.

'Yes we arrrre.'

'We are not.' She couldn't stop giggling

'We are. We are we are we are. You have to answer. Truth or dare. Tell us the truth!'

'hey hey! I can choose. And I choose dare!' She said it proudly.

'Ha!' Lilly threw her arms in the air. 'Strip!'

'What?!'

'Strip!' Lilly looked smug. 'Until you're only in your panties! Or tell us the truth.'

'But we're in a public ally.'

'Yesss, we are, haha, so you better tell us the truth.'

They were in an Ally, an Ally no one could see anything in. It was dark. What were her chances of persons coming by? Probably around zero. And both Lily and Nate had seen her naked before, so it wasn't that big of a deal. She could do this. 'Okay, you'll have what you asked.' She rapidly slid out of her blouse, skirt and bra, standing only in her heels and panties. Both Lily and Nate stood shocked.

'You look good Andy' Nate mumbled dumbly. Lilly started grinning and then laughing and try to choke out, ooh this is priceless.

Andy thought it was enough and wanted to grab her blouse of the stones but Lilly was faster. 'Tell us.'

'Give me my clothes back Lills! I'm freakin' naked and it is freakin' cold!'

'Na-ah. Tell us. Or no clothes for you.'

'Fuck Lills, I did what you asked. Don't act like we're in high school and give my clothes!' Andy started to become angry. Lilly was behaving very annoying. And Nate was trying to ogle her without being too obvious. He didn't succeed.

'No.' Lily looked daring.

'Give. Them. Now!'

'Whoops.' Lilly threw her arms in the air again. There was the floating of fabric. And a little breeze. And a tree from someone's back yard. And then her worst nightmare: fabric that got stuck on the other side of the tree. Inside the yard.

The silence was deafening and this time they were all three dumbfound about what Lily had just done.

And then Lily started to laugh. Very loud. And Andy started to be very, very angry. But before she could yell at her youth-friend Lilly grabbed Nate's hand and started to run away and dragging him with her. 'Oops, sorry Andy girl! Come on Nate, before we have a third world-war exploding in our face.' And within seconds, way too fast for someone that drunk!, Andy was standing alone in an dark Ally in the middle of nowhere in NY. Naked up till her panties.

Fuck!