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7-Drink Amy
Amy, despite having been partnered with Captain Holt and the two of them having a moment the previous day, could not have felt crappier than she did that morning. She was thinking about what followed that night after a glorious day. She would have loved to say the worst part about the previous night was that the excessive amount of drinks left her with a killer hangover but that was probably the best part of the night.
After, the whole squad found out that Terry was "pregnant," as Jake would say, the nine-nine decided to go celebrate excluding Holt who had a date with Kevin. Amy was in an uncharacteristic good mood and decided to let loose. Within half-an-hour of the squad's arrival at their usual bar Amy already exhibited the dauntless qualities that accompanied this detective when she consumed five drinks. Rosa, Gina and Boyle talked at a table. Hitchcock and Skully were sitting in a booth, which tightly wedged the rotund Skully firmly between its clutches. Amy was currently at a table with Jake and the Sarge, and was currently challenging the latter to a game of mercy. Her fingers were tightly locked into Terry's massive hands and she tried to bend his wrist with all her might, but despite her best efforts the enormous mitts remained in stand still. Jake spectated in amusement as he watched his inebriated partner try, with no avail, to inflict pain on the Sarge. Eventually Terry clearly was exhausted with trying to get Santiago to stop the useless endeavor so he simply tweaked the female detective's wrist eliciting a sharp yelp from the woman. At this, Jake spit out the beer he was drinking and busted out laughing. Santiago gave Jake what she hoped was an intimidating glare but couldn't tell because the drinks had numbed her face slightly.
"Uhm, Santiago, I don't know what you're doing with your face but if you're trying to look like a grumpy cat you're totally nailing it," joked Jake as a wide grin flashed across his face. " The only thing I'm nailing is you!" retorted Amy confidently. In wasn't until Jake's grin widened that she realized what she had said and mentally slapped herself in the head. Five-Drink Amy was too confident and not in a good way. Jake was getting ready to rebuttal when suddenly his eyes shot to the door and he shifted his attention in the door's direction. Amy, relieved to not have to deal with Jake's onslaught, quickly eyed Jake who had started to make his way towards the door. That's when she saw the reason Jake had so abruptly left an easy chance to make fun of her untouched; The beautiful Sophia Perez was near the entrance of the bar waiting for her boyfriend to greet her. Upon seeing her Amy quickly grabbed the nearest drink she could find, which happened to be in the hand of Terry.
"What the hell, Santiago, that was my beer!" Seeing that Amy's attention was completely away from him he followed her gaze until he saw the figures of Jake and Sophia walking towards their table. "Oh no," Terry gasped. It was in that moment that Terry realized that Amy was finally reciprocated feeling for Jake. Jake and Sophia finally walked up to the table and took a seat. " Sophia, I'm sure you remember Sarge. I mean, how can you not… he's gigantic and you know my extremely inferior and terribly misguided partner Amy." "Hi, everyone," Sophia kindly greeted." Oh, and guess what? The Sarge is pregnant! And I'm the godfather" Jake yelled. Everyone in the bar countered the yell with one of their owns. Sophia beamed," That's so great for~" "I'm so alooooonnne!' Amy cried, interrupting Sophia who, together with the Jake, gave her a flummoxed look. Terry, reading the situation, hastily scooped up Amy as easy as a grape and whisked her away from the couple. "What just happened?" asked a dumbfounded Sophia. " I think Six-Drink Amy happened," answered Jake who also shared his girlfriend's expression.
Terry placed Amy down gently on the ground and sat her in a booth before sitting himself across from her. Amy's head hit the table with a thud as she openly sobbed on the shined wood. Terry watched helplessly as one of his best detectives drowned in her own tears. "Amy what's wrong?" "I'm what's wrong. I keep running away every time. And now it's too late. And nothing's gonna happen romantic stylez. And I'm gonna be alone. And I'm gonna be bitter. And I'm gonna get old. And I'm gonna have a big king-sized bed for just me. And I'm gonna be ALONE!" The whole rant came out in one messy, frenetic sob. " "You are not going to be alone, Amy. You are a smart, attractive, strong detective who any guy would be lucky to have." Terry's encouragement only caused the lamenting detective to cry louder. Realizing that using adult logic would not get to the drunken Santiago he tried to use the methods he used to calm down his baby girls. After about ten minutes, which included ornate bar napkin drawings and peek-a-boo the captain was at a lost so he did the only thing he could think of. "GINA!" the hulking Terry called. The doe-eyed assistant glided over. "What can I do to you my big papa bear?" "I need help fixing this," said Terry while gesturing towards the sullen Santiago. "Oh, well you see Tear Bear, this is an easy fix." Gina lifted Amy's head off the table and pushed her colorful red drink into Amy's mouth. Within ten seconds of the liquids consumption the tears nestled on the corner of Amy's eyes dried up. " And that my friend is how you turn the weak into the meek. Now if you'll excuse me, this little sexy pup has to get herself another drink." With that she floated away towards the bartender while barking like a small dog.
Immediately after Gina departed Jake arrived at the side of the table. "Is everything alright here Terry?" "I think so. Right Amy?" A hungry look crossed Amy's face before she said, "Everything's perfect now that you're here Peralta." With blinding speed Amy lunged from the seat and kissed Jake with ferocious intensity. As if the act had given off a signal, everyone on the squad was watching the predicament the nine-nine's two ace detectives were in. In addition to the squad, Sophia also saw the lips of her boyfriend all over his partner. A tear stung her eyes as she got up and made her way towards the exit. Jake finally managed to free himself from Santiago and looked around to mouths agape. The seat that Sophia previously occupied was emptied and he immediately fled to Sophia. Santiago tried to follow but Terry had grabbed her arm. " Let go Sarge, I want him so bad," Amy argued as she fought against Terry's vice grip. "Sorry Santiago, I can't do that. Boyle, please take her home." Boyle quickly came over and started moving Amy towards the exit. The rest of the night consisted of Amy thinking about doing unspeakable things with Jake as she rode home with Charles. Then when she arrived home she hastily stripped and went to sleep tipsy with Jake Peralta still on her mind. She woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover and a feeling of shame and loathing deep in her stomach. That led her to now sitting at her desk, feeling crappy, and waiting for Jake to arrive to face the inevitable.
