Beef or Chicken?

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: None.
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack's drunk. And horny.

Someone knocked on Liz's door. Liz could barely hear it since Top Chef was on.
The knock grew louder.
Liz still couldn't hear it.
Finally, the knocking grew to pounding.
"What the--? At midnight?"
Liz opened the door, but saw no one outside.
"Those teenagers," she said, as she rolled her eyes.
When she was about to close the door, a hand grabbed onto her leg.
"Lemon," Jack said, slurring.
"Jack? What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you about something."
"Um, okay. Would you like to--okay."
Jack got up and closed the door.
"Do you want some food?"
Jack shook his head.
"Something to drink?"
He shook his head again.
"Anything?"
Jack sighed.
"Lemon, what I need right now...is to talk to you."
Jack started leaning in closer.
"Is this about that one sketch? Look, I..Jenna wouldn't play the part, so--"
"What do you say we make out first, huh? That always solves my problems."
Liz backed away and chuckled.
"Hah, as much as I know you want that, I think I'm gonna pass on this one, buddy."
"Why not? Do you not think I'm handsome? Do you not think I'm a good kisser? Ask any women of power in the country. They'll tell you about me."
"All good, I hope," Liz muttered.
"Just one kiss?" Jack asked.
"You're drunk."
"Just a little."
Jack's stomach started to rumble.
"Puke or Hunger?"
Jack started to gag.
"Both, he whispered, before going to the restroom.
"Oh don't use my...towel."
"Sorry."
"No, you're fine. I'll fix you some noodles, okay?"
Jack nodded.
"Beef or Chicken?" Liz asked.
"Beef is manlier," Jack stated.
Liz laughed.
"Only you, Jack. Only you."
When the noodles were ready, Liz set up two plates on her table and gave the noodles to Jack.
"Want some?" he asked.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Then why'd you get a plate?"
"To write down the ingredients for this one recipe on the Food network. See, if it's on something I'll use to eat, it'll help me remember better."
"Hmm. That's actually a good idea. With our mutual stress-eating habits, I think that could help me as well."
Liz chuckled softly.
"Well, the night is young, isn't it?, Donaghy?"
"Why, yes. Yes it is, my dear Lemon."
"You're drunk."
"Everything's funner when you are."
"See, you're even using words that I only use."
"I have an idea," Jack said.
"Oh, boy. What is it?"
"Maybe I'm your type of person you get along with when I'm drunk. So, I should keep drinking while you just stay sober because in a matter of minutes, I'll be just like you."
A big smile was on Liz's face.
"Let's do this, big guy."
See grabbed wine from her cabinet.
"CHUG IT!" she yelled.
Half of her wine bottles were gone in an hour. Pretty soon, Liz started drinking too.
"Alright, Liz! Yeah, keep drinking! "Drink it, drink it, drink it," Jack kept chanting.
Liz took a deep breath.
"Yeah!" she said, as she gave him a high-five.
They both sat on the couch.
"Now can you kiss me?" Jack asked.
Without hesitating, Liz did. Things started to heat up after that. What's the worst that could happen?
*
The morning sun pierced through Liz's eyes.
She slept with Jack.
Yeah, she remembered.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Jack said, with a smile. He was lying down next to her, his hair all messed up, and he had that early morning voice.
"Hey. Did we get drunk last night?"
"Only a little. I asked our driver to take us home to see Liddy, but then we drank, so we stayed here. Sherry was with her anyway."
Liz groaned.
"I don't remember anything besides last night."
"Isn't that all you need to remember, darling?" Jack asked.
Liz looked at him.
"I'm serious."
Jack sighed.
"Alright. What's your name?"
"Elizabeth Lemon."
"Where do you live?"
"Your apartment and mine...I'm finishing up on moving the stuff, though."
"How long have we been seeing each other?"
"Ummmmm....almost seven months?"
Jack smiled.
"You still remember everything," he said, before planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Wait!!! Where are you going?"
"We're taking a stroll in the park. I'm getting dressed for Saturday. Get your clothes and then we can get Liddy."
"Help me up?" she asked.
Jack nodded.
"Wait..! Blanket!"
"Oh, please. I've seen you naked lots of times...it doesn't really matter. Plus, you're beautiful."
"No insults right now. It's Saturday morning...oh, thank you! Sorry. You usually insult me--"
Jack stopped her sentence by kissing her.
"That was eight months ago. No more insults. That was a compliment earlier, by the way."
Liz smiled.
"Yeah, whatever."
Jack went to the kitchen.
"You're the best boyfriend ever, Jack!" Liz yelled.
"And you're the best girlfriend ever!" he yelled back.
Liz smiled and put her clothes on.

END