Amber wanted to hear more about which farewell parties Eric had been to, since that would've told her the kind of connections he had. She could use with a "friend" on the inside, to help her talk to the right people (if not Cuddy). From the way he casually referred to the Dean of Medicine and that mention of "a few" farewell parties, it seemed that he had a good standing in the PPTH.

If that was the case, it meant she couldn't get on his bad side tonight. Which wouldn't be a problem. She could keep the both of them happy, getting what she wanted and angling to keep him satisfied. It was a pity her ambition was already working its way into her night of intended release, but she could balance the two. Who said work couldn't be fun?

She smirked at his joke. It was a good one. It also sounded like he knew it was funny, and was proud of himself. He was definitely a bit full of himself. But now there was more at stake than just her evening's enjoyment, she couldn't back down.

"I've been here a while," she said. "I studied at Princeton, and I never got around to leaving." She motioned to where her car was parked. "Tell you what, Eric. We could stay out here flirting all night, but it's cold and I'm starting to get wet. Come with me for a drink, I know this great place, Blue Velvet. You can guess my specialty there... and if you get it right, who knows, I might give you a reward."