So she was just some chick he had met at a bar, a bar he was spending a lot of time at, be it bros night or being it 'fuck everything I feel like getting drunk' night.
Luckily for him there was a hot chick there. He was hot, she was hot, they both were hot, so the choice was really quite obvious. And that was why he had brought her home. He actually bothered to drag someone home from his usual haunt to his actual house. But once again, Cloud had managed to get himself too drunk. He was too drunk, she was too drunk, not much was going to happen, and he was pretty okay with that.
And so it was then that the two found themselves on Cloud's bed after an excruciating effort of climbing up a set of stairs. They didn't really skip a beat much after that, though.
He drew her in, hooking his fingers through her beltloops, tugging her closer to himself. She was nearly pressed against him, and through the drunken haze, all she could do was lean her head towards him. He too leaned in more and caught her lips with his own.
As if it was a reflex, Light's hand moved forward, running itself up the other's chest before tracing a cheek and remaining there. Cloud's free hand made itself busy by running along the length of the female's side, stopping perfectly at her waist.
Their kisses ranged from the short and fleeting, to the long and breathtaking. If it was a sport, Cloud would've loved to have Lightning as his partner.
But before anything went further, Cloud mumbled "I'm pretty sure I'm too drunk to even get it up right now" against Lightning's lips, taking up kissing her once again.
Almost uncharacteristically of Lightning, a soft chuckle left her as she broke the kissing. "I'm okay with that."
Cloud then met her gaze in the dark. "So then, have you heard of the military channel?"
Lightning nodded slightly.
The two ended up watching the Military channel for the rest of the night, letting sleep conquer them eventually.