[I]"I feel totally stupid in this dress."[/i]

Jordan rolled her eyes at her friend, and passed their cab driver a crisp twenty. Cabs were just extortionate in New York City. "Don't be an idiot, you look hot, I would totally chat you up."

"Would you?" Harper waggled her eyebrows goofily, "All you have to do is say the word and I'm.." 

The brunette shoved her friend in good humour, "You know, you're funny outside of work."

Harper chuckled, but quickly perked an eyebrow. "I'm not funny at work?" 

"Well." Jordan scratched the back of her neck uncomfortably as the pair strolled their way towards the bar, "You're professional."

"Professional?! What's that supposed to mean.."

"Nothing, don't dwell on it. I'm just excited that I got you into a dress. My baby is growing up." Jordan pretended to wipe away a tear as Harper smirked. "I know right. High heels, a dress.. What's next? Calling in sick?"

It didn't take long for the duo to make their way into the Hotel bar. It was busy, and they had to weave their way between patrons to make it to the business end. Harper was rocking a black dress. It clung to her curvy frame delightfully, and cut a sophisticated V neck that hinted at what lied beneath. It stopped just below her knee, and a pair of high heeled purple suede Laboutins adorned her feet. The blonde hair was down and wavy, and she looked a total ten.

"What are you drinking?" Jordan asked, waving over a rather exotic looking bartender. The medical examiner had actually gone for a deep purple jumpsuit with pair of black heels. It suited her well, but it certainly wasn't a look that everyone could pull off.

"Rum and coke.."

"We'll have a bottle of champagne. Thank you." And with a wink to Harper, she slid a glass in the blonde's direction.

"Cheers.." The two glasses chimed and Jordan pointed, "Let's find these boys then.."