"Oh, yeah. Physical therapy... Not gonna lie, though, I could use a little physical therapy of my own. What about you, T?" She smirked playfully, drumming her fingers on the bar to the beat of the music. "I've got a strict no fucking my clients rule... It kinda tends to be bad for business once things go south, which they inevitably do when you... you know, fuck your clients. Too much drama. And there's enough drama in the day to day now that I don't want to bring it to work, too." Santana was honestly loving this whole conversation. It was a little out of the ordinary for her, given that lately, all she'd really done was pull, go a hot round of sex, and move on. It was nice to actually talk beyond the standard pickup talk. "God, yes, I love my job," Santana replied honestly. "It's amazing, and it lets me use my bitch side for good and not evil... well, as long as you don't ask my patients, because they'd probably disagree on that particular topic. I never thought you'd be a cop with how shy you used to be, but goddamn, girl... Get it and own it. It's totally hot." Tina's response to the kiss earned her a playful grin from Santana, who turned just a little in her bar chair to rest her hand very suggestively on Tina's leg, just a little above her knee. "There's some evidence that I can't show you here, but if you play your cards right, you may have all the evidence you need to make a call." There was a hint of light teasing in her tone, and she winked at Tina, but she wasn't opposed at all to the idea of taking the other woman home tonight if the cards fell right.

"Last I heard, Puck was crushing hard on Quinn... Which is all kinds of awkward, since that's Kurt's number one hag. Then, she always kind of was. Or in a tie with Mercedes is more like it. Those three were a force to be reckoned with, and not even my bitchery could break through and get my diva on there. Rachel herself was left for dust in the wake of that shit. Rachel's... different. She and I were never friends, and it was always funny to me that she ended up a fag hag. She may have changed now, but when we were younger, there wasn't ever a lot of anything outside the realm of her own self-absorbed bullshit that broke through for her. I hope she's changed." And that was when Santana's jaw dropped open in absolute shock. "Ge... Germ? You fucked Germ? And it was hot?" It was really no offense meant to Germ, but in Santana's head, he really was the sweet and innocent one. She couldn't imagine his having had a fuck with a married woman. Or that it would be all that hot with him firmly in the camp of only really wanting meaningful sex with someone he cared about. "Well, I'll be damned. I never knew our Germ had it in him."