Rating: PG-13 for slight innuendo
Words: 462
Summary: Simon may be fuzzy on the details on how he managed to convince the Feds not to call daddy, but we sure as heck aren't.
Author's Note: Because finals suck and Cat needs to smile...And love, I know it's not what you were looking for by way of Simon and chocolate, but rest assure that fic will be written. I just wanted to write you something to maybe help ease the Woe of Finals.

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Simon wasn't sure who broke out the sake, but it didn't matter. When parents look away, the rich kids come out to play, after all. All he knew what that the bottle seemed endless, as the shots kept coming. When the river finally ran dry, it was suggested - and loudly, at that - that they hit town and go to a bar. Bars didn't run out of sake, after all.

Of course, brilliant young doctors that they were, no one seemed to realize how drunk the group really was. Nor did they think twice when they went past the MedAcad and decided to have fun with the statuary on the grounds. Climbing up good old Hippocrates naked seemed like the logical thing for the boys to do, and Simon decided that a little singing wouldn't go amiss, either.

Of course, try explaining why these things weren't amiss to the Feds who had you sitting in the back of their cruiser and wrapped in a blanket as they dumped your clothes on the seat next to you. Not so much fun with the sake. The alcohol had Simon convinced that the young Fed was flirting with him, what, with the way she had grinned at him when they finally coaxed him off the statue. His friends were all piled into two other cruisers and were being escorted down to the local prison for the night, leaving Simon alone with the female Fed as she took off and made to follow.

"Y'know," Simon slurred, leaning forward as casual as his drunkenness would allow. "We really don't need to call m'folks over this."

That earned him a chuckle and a glance. "Right, and why shouldn't I call your parents over your little drunken, frat-boy free-for-all?"

"I think," he said, swaying a little as the cruiser made a turn. "You just answered your own question. Y'see, my f-father is really wealthy and influential. He wouldn't take kindly to you folks waking him up over this."

The Fed laughed. It sounded like rain. "You're going to have to do better than that, rich-boy."

Simon pondered this for a moment. What could he possible say that would be better than...ooooooh. "Chocolate."

"Excuse me?" She finally turned to look at him incredulously.

"You won't call m'folks on account of chocolate."

"...Right. And just how is that supposed to work?"

Simon peered at her suggestively. "Well now, I s'pose you'll hafta bring me in, and then send me on my merry without raising so much as a peep now, wontcha?" The drunken Tam sat back triumphantly as the Fed worked that out in her head.

She smiled. "Oh, you're good," she said with a chuckle.

Simon leaned back, and grinned. "So, the next question is, when's your shift over?"