The telepathic conversation about Kalicia's 'cheating' issues:
Alicia took a handful of documents off the pile left by Kalinda’s contact. The woman had been helpful, perhaps a little *too* helpful.
Kalinda returned from walking Samantha to the elevator and resumed her chair taking a stack of pages herself.
A: So, you ‘do that’ with her?
Kalinda uncapped her highlighter.
K: I used to.
A: Figures, her name ends with ‘a’.
Kalinda looked up at the sound of Alicia’s pen scratching. “Found anything?”
“Not enough.”
A: She’s pretty.
K: Yep.
A: Brunette.
K: I noticed.
A: So did I.
K: This have a point?
A: You tell me.
K: Look, I’m not the one who ‘goes for a drink’ with everyone who walks in the door.
A: That’s just having a drink.
K: And this is just sex.
Alicia cleared her throat.
A: Not really the same thing.
Kalinda looked at her.
K: No, it’s not. Drinking was *our* thing.
Alicia ducked her head again and studied the document in front of her.
K: If we’d ever had sex, I think I’d remember.
Kalinda’s highlighter was poised for a few seconds before she ran it across a few lines.
K: And really Alicia, Cary? You back to men now? Women are what, too complicated?
A: We’ve become friends, that’s all.
K: You had drinks in a fucking hotel room!
A: So what? You went *drinking* twice with Will this week!
K: That doesn’t count.
A: How the hell do you figure that? What, that had nothing to do with me?
K: Oh trust me, it had *everything* to do with you.
Kalinda pushed a page across the table to Alicia. “How’s this?”
Alicia started reading it.
K: It just wasn’t cheating.
A: I’d just like to point out: I didn’t drink tequila with any of them.
K: Except Will... And I didn’t get drunk with anyone but you. So there’s that.
Alicia pushed back her chair and stood. “We should take this to Diane.”
“Sure,” Kalinda replied. “Good thinking.”