A/N

I know, I haven't written Mirandy in forever. I lost my confidence in writing them, God knows why. But I was toying with drabbles just for fun, and this thing emerged, so I decided to post it just to prove I'm not completely gone from the fandom. ;)

"Nigel," Miranda groaned. "Why is it that every time I invite you over, we end up getting drunk?"

"I'm not sure. It could be because you keep serving these delicious alcoholic beverages, but, pfft, what do I know?"

Miranda threw a cushion at him, or at least in his general direction, and Nigel ducked although it was obvious it would miss him.

"Careful, this is a 24 year old scotch I hold in my hands," he giggled. Miranda tried to give him a haughty glance, but it was a bit difficult as she saw two Nigels and wasn't certain which one she should glare at, so she gave up.

"I'm serious."

"No, you aren't, you are drunk. But I can tell you why; it's because every time you invite me over it's because you want to discuss Six. And you obviously can't do that sober."

Miranda tensed. Nigel pretended he didn't notice. It was about time Andrea Sachs was discussed in open. Miranda always tried to pump him for information without making it seem obvious, but of course he saw right through her.

"Why would I ever want to discuss Andrea?"

"HA! You remember her name! You have never remembered the name of any former assistant before!"

"Of course I remember her, she walked out on me in Paris during Fashion Week."

"Yes, and if I remember correctly, you did not even blacklist her," Nigel said. "In fact, you gave her a fabulous review. I know you want to be seen as unpredictable, but not even Miranda Priestly would have done such a thing if there wasn't anything more."

"Just what, exactly, are you implying?" Miranda asked, her voice chilly.

"Oh please, cut the pretence. It's just us girls here," Nigel said and sipped his drink with a smug, gleeful expression on his face. "What I'm implying, is that you care about Andy more than you're willing to admit, aren't you?"

Miranda sobered up in no time, something that should have been impossible.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Then how come Ice Queen persona is back, huh?" His voice softened. "You really don't need to pretend in front of me, Miranda. I know. You loved her, didn't you?"

"I still do." The words were so quiet he could barely hear them.

"Then call her."

"I can hardly call her one year later, drunk out of my mind, and tell her I love her," Miranda huffed. Nigel laughed.

"No, of course not! But first thing in the morning. I think it will be good for you. Both of you."

"Both of us? What is it that you're not telling me?"

Nigel grinned.

"Oh, let's just say I've had this conversation with a certain other little lady. Truth be told, if I don't get either of you to call the other soon, my liver is going kaput."

This had Miranda laugh out loud.

"Fine! I will call Andrea tomorrow. To save your liver."

"Oh thank God. Cheers!"

They clinked their glasses and finished their drinks for the night.