"So about last night…" Fornell started, turning on the lights to look at one very drunk Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Last night they had gone out to a bar to relax after a stressful week with high profile cases. On top of that Gibbs and Jenny had been fighting over one thing or another for the duration of the week. Gibbs hadn't planned to get drunk, he just wanted to have a glass of bourbon or two to get his mind off the horrible week. But when a group of college frat boys laughed at him for not drinking beer he challenged them to a chugging contest. A contest which he won, but was now paying the heavy consequences of.
"Don't you ever mention that again Fornell. And turn off the god damn lights." His head was pounding like a drum and the lights were not helping one bit. He wasn't even totally sure where he was or exactly what had happened last night.
"Are you referring to the chugging competition you had with the college frat kids or when you starting singing on stage after your tenth beer?" Gibbs cringed, he didn't remember singing or drinking ten beers. He didn't even like beer; beer was for college kids. Real men, and Jenny, drank bourbon.
"Both. Why the hell did I drink ten beers? And what the hell did I sing?"
"You sang a quite comical rendition of Love Stinks and you probably had more than ten beers. I just lost count after ten. You were drinking them like a fish."
"Shut up Tobias. Well that explains why my head kills."
"Yeah, you always say Jenny has a hard time pacing herself, but it looks like you can't either. She didn't pass out drunk after throwing up on the basement floor three times."
"Good God. Was she even there last night?" He didn't remember seeing her there, but seeing as he sang Love Stinks it made logical sense that she had been there. He was more concerned about the fact she was there then the fact he had thrown up on his basement floor three times.
"Um…yeah."
"I'm almost afraid to ask but did I say anything to her?"
"You'll be lucky if you still have a job come Monday morning." Gibbs cringed; he had been known to make very dumb comments when he was that drunk.
Fornell laughed, "I hear the CIA is accepting applications you can work with your buddy Trent."
"I'm glad you think my suffering is funny Tobias. But seriously what did I say to her?"
"I honestly think you're better off not knowing. However you did announce you want to be called Sir Jibbs-a-Lot." Fornell was in hysterics, last night had been too funny for words. He had gone out drinking with his friend many times, but he had never seen him this drunk before. It showed him a whole new side of Jethro he had never seen before. And it was something he planned to tease him about until the day he died.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Sorry Sir Jibbs-a-Lot, but I'm not that creative only your drunken side is. However it's kind of ironic that its Sir Jibbs-a-Lot and not Sir Gibbs-a-Lot. Is Jibbs yours and Jenny's couple nickname like Bradgelina?"
"Just stop and let me sleep off this horrible hangover."
"Your wish is my command Sir Jibbs-a-Lot. Should I call Jenny and ask if you still have a job?"
"Go home Fornell."