This is my first attempt at fanfiction, so I apologize for how terrible it is. I originally wrote this with random characters in mind, but realized that the personality fit well with Thirteen. So I decided to make it a Cadley fic instead. Hope it's okay.

Disclaimer : I do not own House or the characters.

Remy walked into the bar and quickly scanned the area before heading over to the counter. She took a seat on one of the stools and waited patiently for one of the bartenders. She looked around the bar, seeing if there were any changes since the last time she'd been there.

"What can I get you?" a woman spoke from behind the counter, cleaning off some glasses. Remy couldn't help but notice how attractive this woman was, but quickly dismissed the idea.

"Shot of vodka. And I was wondering where Rachel is?" Remy looked around once more, trying to find her black haired friend.

"Rachel? She hasn't been here for a few weeks." The bartender looked at her curiously.

"Oh, uh any reason why?" Remy asked, not understanding why the owner of the bar would not be present.

The bartender paused, giving Remy a strange look. "She's on maternity leave. She should be due in a few days," the bartender said in a questioning voice, unsure why this woman who seemed to know Rachel would not know about her pregnancy.

"Maternity leave? She's pregnant?!" Remy spluttered. Had she really been gone for that long? "But, wha-how?"

The bartender smirked at her before talking as if to a child, "Well when two people love each other very much, they tend to engage in certain activities to show their love. And the result of this is a baby. Hence, the pregnancy." The bartender frowned. "Unless the two people decide to make a drunken mistake. Then they have a problem."

Remy sat stunned, ignoring the bartender's sarcasm. "When did she get married? And to whom?"

"To Andrew, her former boyfriend-now-husband? Where have you been for the past year?"

"Traveling. Damn, I can't believe she got married!" Remy was amazed that her fiery friend, who was quite a free spirit, was actually settled down and having a kid. Who knew?

"Yep, surprising with her personality. And now who are you?" The bartender handed Remy her shot of vodka and then resumed cleaning up the bar counter.

"Name's Remy. Used to visit this bar couple of nights a week before I left to explore the world. You?" She took her shot back before asking for another.

"Remy. Remy...Oh, so you're the supposed Casanova Rachel warned me about. I'm supposed to be careful around you," the bartender replied playfully.

Confusion was written all over Remy's face. Casanova? "What exactly did Rachel say about me?" Remy asked slowly, curious but at the same time a bit afraid of the answer.

The bartender gave a light chuckle, resuming the drinks she was preparing. "Rachel told me several stories about you. She warned me that if a brunette with blue eyes and sex practically dripping from her every pore came here and started flirting with me that I should stay away. Something about not wanting one of her best bartenders to become one of your victims," she said, eyes twinkling.

Remy chuckled at this. Even though Rachel was a good friend to Remy, she would never stop teasing her about her nightly activities. "What stories did she tell you?" Remy couldn't help but be curious as to how this bartender could possibly perceive her from Rachel's stories.

"Well," the bartender started while handing Remy her second shot of vodka, "she told me how you are quite the womanizer. And that you dabbled with men too." The bartender paused, serving another customer his gin and tonic. "She told me that on most nights she'd watch you flirt and seduce one woman after another. And apparently these 'mindless saps' as she would call them, would practically eat it all up from the palm of your hand. Oh, and that you became extremely flirtatious when drunk," the bartender added. "Hence, why I am limiting your alcohol intake. I don't feel like carrying your drunk ass away from this place and to a cab. Who knows what mischief you'll attempt." The bartender winked at her before walking away to serve another customer.

Remy laughed at this. Rachel could be quite blunt in her opinion of her. And she couldn't help but be amused at Rachel telling this bartender of the few nights when Rachel would carry Remy outside to an awaiting cab. Along the way there Remy would continuously flirt and try to grope Rachel in her inebriated state, while Rachel would patiently ignore her advances, but sometimes reciprocate for her own amusement.

"Well if you're gonna be cutting me off only after two shots of vodka, I guess I'll have to stick with the beer tonight." Remy said, amused at this young woman's almost flirtatious manner.

"One beer coming right up," the bartender said before heading off to get her a glass.

Remy in the meantime looked around the bar, scoping out the place for any prospective partners for the night. Her eyes landed on a pretty red head sitting a few seats down from her, listening to some guy who was drunkenly flirting with her. She couldn't help but snort at how terrible this guy was at seduction. She was thinking of her chances of how lucky she'd get tonight until the bartender came back.

"Don't even think about it." She placed the glass of lager in front of her before giving a quick glance in the red head's direction to indicate who she was talking about.

"Why not?" Remy asked curiously, unsurprised at the bartender knowing of her intentions.

"Because that woman is a bit of a slut. She'll fuck anything that moves. Been coming here a lot for the past few weeks and she'll take anybody desperate enough. Think she's married too." The bartender wrinkled her nose before leaving once again to serve a couple of drinks to a group of college boys. Remy scrunched her face, feeling that the bartender's opinion of the woman was highly unlikely.

However, she did watch closely. The red head at first seemed to be blocking the man's advances. But at a closer inspection of her body language, she realized the woman was just playing hard to get. After a few minutes, the red head finally stood up from the bar and led the man out of the bar. Remy couldn't help but notice a ring on the red head's fourth finger either.

When the bartender came back, a thought popped up in Remy's head. "Wait a sec, if you think that woman was a slut then what exactly is your opinion of me? Since it doesn't sound like we're too different. Besides the marriage thing."

The bartender smirked before answering. "Even though Rachel warned me about you, she thinks highly of you. Apparently you don't take advantage of drunk women. You choose women who aren't in a relationship. And you explain quite clearly that its only for one night and if they disagree, then you won't spend the night with them." the bartender said before adding "oh, and that you're quite the 'gentleman' while in the bar." The bartender threw her one more smirk before heading off to attend to other customers.

Remy couldn't help but smile and laugh. She took a sip of her beer while contemplating the bartender. This woman was quite something. She seemed quite confident and was witty. She'd have to speak with Rachel though about warning women about her.

The bar seemed a bit slow, what with no other prospective women. Remy was toying with the idea of picking up a man instead when the bartender interrupted her thoughts once again.

"If I were you, I'd just go home. Slow night, what with it being a weekday. I'm sure you'll find someone on Friday though," the bartender advised. It was scary how she could read Remy's thoughts.

"You know, for someone who's never met me before it's weird how you know me so well." Remy admitted with a smirk.

The bartender gave a soft laugh at this. "Let's just say I'm...intuitive to people's thoughts."

Remy leaned over the bar slightly, her mood changing from amusing to seductive as she whispered "Well then, what am I thinking about now?"

The bartender looked at her with a contemplative eye, before placing her arms down on the bar counter and leaning towards Remy with a look of desire on her face, only stopping a couple of inches away from her face.

"You're thinking of how you'd like to take me in bed. Rough perhaps?" the bartender whispered, her breath blowing across Remy's face.

Remy couldn't help but be aroused. She took a deep breath as the bartender moved closer to her and she couldn't help her eyelids flutter shut at the sudden proximity. Remy felt the bartender move to the side of her head, their cheeks brushing lightly before feeling her breath on her ear.

"And I'm thinking," the bartender slowly whispered in her ear, "that's never gonna happen."

Remy's eyes popped open as she felt the bartender pull away. She had an amused smirk on her face, looking quite triumphant. Remy sat shocked and tried to compose herself. She couldn't help but laugh, being beaten by her own game.

"And that's my cue to leave." Remy said as she stood up from the bar and placed a few bills on the counter.

As she started to walk away, she couldn't help but feel like she was forgetting something. Suddenly she turned back towards the bar, realizing she never got the answer to one of her questions during their entire exchange.

"What's your name?"

The bartender looked up at her from cleaning glasses, a bit surprised at the sudden question. She gave a real smile that Remy couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Allison. Allison Cameron."