Notes: Why? Because I totally have always wanted to morph Cybil's personality into a raging alcoholic...
I am so, so, sorry.
Warnings: Hints of sexuality, kind of AU, and major OCCness.
It was actually kind of funny in a way.
Her breaking drunkenly into his apartment room (She had a strong tendency to lock herself out of her place when drunk.) and passing out on his living-room couch had become almost a routine of Friday nights. It even made him worry less knowing she wasn't running around town intoxicated without supervision.
Also, her antics went far beyond amusing when she was caught trying to get into the apartment unnoticed.
He would gaze at her with his usual skeptical expression, arms folded and brows raised leaning against the kitchen table.
She would pause for a moment, her usual quick wit slowed dramatically by the alcohol. She would then try to convince him that she wasn't drunk, the "I just had a couple of drinks…" line would come up and he would laugh shaking his head and just lead her over to the couch.
Hearing a police officer say that line was just beyond irony. It was ridiculous.
The next morning she would awake early, go through his medicine cabinet (She had finally admitted to doing that after he questioned her several times about his sudden lack of aspirin), and struggle to make breakfast for him as an apology for showing up drunk off her ass in his kitchen.
This usually didn't turn out so well considering the only edible things she could make was burnt toast, coffee, and scrambled eggs. She tried making him bacon once and had almost set the stove on fire. She joked saying she had skipped the cooking classes in middle school.
He tried to deny the fact that he was attracted to her though, or at least try to hide it.
He wasn't very good at doing either. He would find himself staring on so many occasions that it sort of unnerved him. He wasn't a very sex-oriented guy at all, but sometimes he would find himself staring at her while she slept on the couch and...
Well...
He never acted on those impulses though.
After he ate she would smile, thank him once more, say goodbye, and leave for work.
Heather would come home around 10:00 am from her usual Friday night sleepovers and ask how his night had been.
"Same as usual."
And then next week it would just start all over again.