I'm drunk and I know what I want, for ci_fans_unite
Title: Whoa
Author: Squarey
Pairing: Eames
Spoilers: None
Rating: T
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Summary (the prompt is an excellent summary): (prompt) I’m drunk and I know what I want
written for the March challenge at ci_fans_unite.
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“Hello.” Alex Eames was none too happy when she answered the phone. She recognized the number. She actually let it ring a few times before answering.
“Eamesssss.” A drunken voice slurred from the other side. She glanced at the clock, just before 9:00pm. Happy hour must’ve turned to happy hours. Not really his style, she thought.
“Yessssss.” Despite herself Eames smiled and sarcastically slushed her “s” in the same way.
“You okay?” The voice shifted to full of concern.
“I’m fine.” She replied, smiling even wider that her sarcasm was lost on the drunken mind at the other end of the receiver. “What do you need?”
“Company,” he replied. She could actually hear him drinking as he was talking.
“Seriously.” Eames was skeptical.
“A ride?” He changed his tact. She could still hear the smile in his voice.
“Don’t know about that one either. The city is full of cabs.” She hedged.
“Come on Eames.” These three words sounded like one. She sighed, mentally deliberating. In the end she figured she was out anyway and about to head home. She could pick up a stray along the way.
“Sure, where are you?” She made mental note of the name of the bar and told him she would be there in 15.
“Eamesssss.” He greeted her with a big drunken smile.
“Yesssss.” She sarcastically replied, same way as before. His smile only faltered for a moment. “You still need that ride?”
“I need the company.” He replied just before he drained the contents of his glass.
“I think you need the ride.” She stared at him until he pushed his way to standing. She watched him shake his head like a damp dog, a futile attempt to clear his senses. She reached around and retrieved his wallet from his back pocket. In a different life, she would’ve made an excellent pick pocket. She gestured for the bill and paid it with his cash. She handed his wallet back to him. “Ready?”
He took a step toward her too quickly and almost fell onto her. She caught him with her palms on his chest. He surprised her by reaching out and moving her hair aside, out of her face. She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what he was thinking.
“Thanks.” He smiled down at her, and she didn’t quite know what he was thanking her for, catching him, coming to pick him up, a million other things sprang to mind.
“We should go.” Her eyes held his, trying to gauge if she were to remove her hands if he would fall over. His eyes held hers as well, just before he moved in to… “Whoa.” Eames said, pulling back a little, but still keeping him upright with her palms on his chest. Though now she was also keeping him at a bit of a distance.
“I’m drunk," he said these words more to himself than to her. When he refocused on her, he softly mumbled, "I know what I want.” He moved in again, toward her. This time she moved her head aside and deftly escaped his touch.
“No you don’t Logan, oh no you don’t.”