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[May. 24th, 2008|09:10 pm]

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Who: Alex and Keller
What: getting drunk... or staying that way
Where: New York - a balcony, a rooftop, somewhere where they can sit and watch - stuff
When: late evening sometime
Warnings: drunk people? who knows at this point-

Alex has a drink, she's not even sure what it's called anymore and she's not particularly sure she cares. She's not sure how long she and Keller have been sitting here, but they've at least got a pretty good buzz going (at least she does) and they don't seem too keen to slow down yet.

"So, any thoughts -" she pauses to sip from her drink, "- thoughts on why-" she waves a hand at the scenery beyond the edge of the balcony (rooftop).
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[Mar. 18th, 2008|10:14 pm]
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Who: Stabler and Alex
What: Dinner
Where: Some nice pub, NYC
When: Tuesday evening

Stabler pulled up in front of Alex's place of employment not long after he promised he would. Amazingly, the New York City traffic had co-operated with him, making it easy to get there in record time. Getting out of his car, he locked it and headed into the building to the front desk. "Detective Elliot Stabler," He flashed his badge. "I'm here to see Alex Cabbott." He offered up as explanation.

The young secretary called and informed Alex someone was here to see her and then hung up, offering a little smile.

"She'll be down in a few moments. Take a seat."

Nodding, Elliot moved to drop down into one of the chairs, glancing around.
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[Mar. 18th, 2008|08:31 pm]
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Who Keller and Beecher and Alex
What Drinks and etc.
Where A bar in Chicago
When Tuesday eveningish
Warning Srsly? Beecher and Keller Luuurve each other. And are messed up. Nuff said?-but will play nicely with Alex there. Promise.

Tell him I had a funny dream about him last night. I dreamt he became the president of the United States. )
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[Feb. 26th, 2008|10:56 am]
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Who: Kar and any New Yorker interested. AKA open.
When: This afternoon.
Where: Inside a cafe.
Warnings: Uh, no. XD.

After her usual morning visit to see Landon and check his vitals when the doctors weren't there to tell her not to sress out over them (pah), Karen drug her laptop to a cafe and got coffee before setting the computer up and popping in a jump drive, opening two files, an ultrasound she and House had taken of Landon's heart the day before, as well as the EKG his doctors had done. She slowed the ultrasound, carefully examining it, not seeing anything resembling a heart murmur, as Landon's doctors had freaked her out over. It was a relief. She knew it wasn't set in stone confirmation, but it was damn close. Good enough for her for now. Murmurs could be dealt with, especially if he was older, it would be a lot easier than now, in his infancy, while he was still behind in growth. Even tho he was catching up splendidly.

She let the ultrasound continue, watching his heart pump, sipping her coffee thoughtfully. Drinking with House had been sorely regretted as soon as later in the evening, and her head was still a little pained, but the coffee kept her mind off that. The EKG ended first, so she closed it, and the ultrasound ended but she left it up as she opened her planner and made a note to burn the ultrasound onto a disk to give to Landon's doctors.
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|05:35 pm]
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Who: Thomas Lang and Alexandra Cabot
What: Phone call
When: The morning of the apocalyptic plot
Where: He's at home, she's at work
Note: Follows this

When Alex's signal died in the middle of a message, Thomas could only assume the worst. He paced several minutes, obsessively checking his messenger for another message from Alex. He felt like a caged tiger, pacing the floor of his bedroom.

And then it occurred to him to call her. Sometime even intelligence fails, when it comes to simple things. Thomas sat on the edge of his bed to dial Alex's office number. He didn't know what he'd do if she didn't answer.
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[Jan. 24th, 2008|08:18 pm]

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Who: Alexandra Cabot, Peter Allen, (open)
What: drinks
Where: bar on Centre St.
When: tonight
Warnings: nothing yet

Peter met her just outside her office and they walked down to the bar. She's waiting for Thomas - and anyone else interested in swinging by for a drink.

They're parked at a table, additional chairs around it, first drinks sitting on the little coaster-sized advertisements. They're chatting, about the day, random things. It's comfortable and relaxed.
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