Like You

There's no one like you
I can't wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we'll do
I just want to be loved by you

-The Scorpions (No One Like You)

Night after night, they stay together, drinking until their kidneys decide to give out. They laugh, saying that they'll be sitting together in their old age, receiving dialysis together. He still won't be able to talk to her. There are many reasons they hang out together. She's lonely and misses what she had with Leonard, and drinks little bits every night to not make a fool of herself in front of his new, perfect girlfriend. He simply likes hanging out with her, and the alcohol makes it possible without using a pad of paper or charades.
"Sweetie, what're you doing?" she asks one night, as he goes through he kitchen cabinets. He turns to look at her, his eyes down.
"My buzz is wearing off. I need to drink more to talk to you, right?"
Penny nods in agreement, pointing him in the direction of a bottle of schnapps hidden nearby. "Pour me some?" she asks, doe-eyed.
An eye roll later and they are both taking shots, the bottle on the coffee table. Round after round slips down their throats, the liquid burning as it goes and giving each of them a pleasantly fuzzy feeling in their heads. "Penny, why do you drink so much?"
He receives a look and a small laugh from the girl next to him. "I guess it takes the edge off, lets me do things more without feeling too shy or awkward."
Then they are the same. Raj takes the glass from her and puts it with his on the table. His tanned fingers brush hers, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them.
"Would you ever talk if you hadn't had something to drink?" he asks kindly.
Penny shrugs, flipping her hair out of her face. "I'm not as bad as you Raj," she says defensively.
"I know. I look forward to these nights, the ones where we're alone, where we're all not constantly reminded by Leonard that you're his ex, where you're just my Penny." He entwines his hand with hers carefully, as if afraid she'll stop him.
"Your Penny," she asks, an eyebrow raised. He puts a hand to his forehead, embarrassed at the vocal disaster that alcohol has made.
"I didn't..." he starts, before she catches his lips with hers, effectively ending the statement. Though caught off guard, he reciprocates the kiss, deepening it slowly, still afraid that she'll pull away. She does after a moment, whispering, "This is different. Usually you're more obnoxious drunk."
"Would you like me to be?" he replies playfully, and goes in for another kiss as she giggles. Their encounter gives her a euphoric feeling, clouding her mind, leaving only his kisses. Before she realizes, they're standing and have collided with the wall next to her bedroom door, their lips still interlocked.

"Are we going to have sex?" he asks, excited.
Penny can't think straight, and simply nods fervently as he takes her to the bed. He smiles like he can't believe his luck, and shuts the door behind them with a well-placed kick. "Maybe I'll ruin you for white men," he whispers in her ear.
She simply smiles and begins to take off his many layers.

So... I couldn't get the format to work on this. I tried, for like an hour. Sorry for it looking all cramped and gross. So, I don't actually mind this, but, ya'll should be the judge. Enjoy?