Blake had been drinking quite heavily at Bill and Lizzie's wedding; she had a lot to forget. For some reason, watching Bill and Lizzie say their vows, she couldn't help but remember her own wedding to Ross, and well, drinking was far easier than crying. She'd offered drinks to Olivia as well - break-ups were very difficult, especially when no one really knew she and Natalia were together. Olivia, obviously still upset with her, refused her offer and left early. Could Blake feel any worse? Not only was she turned down by every man in Springfield, she was also turned down by the only two avowed Springfield lesbians, Olivia expletive Spencer and Natalia expletive Rivera. Not that she really wanted their interest, but at least she would have felt attractive again. Blake went back to the bartender, slurring her words a bit, "I'll ..have..a…tequila."

"Ma'am, I think you've had enough tonight. Why don't you get someone to take you home and sleep it off?" The bartender smiled sweetly at her.

Doris was looking for any reason, any reason at all, to leave the wedding early, and she stepped up to the plate, "Thanks, I'll take it from here. Blake, it's time to go home."

"But…"

Doris wouldn't take no for an answer and herded Blake to the car, making apologies to everyone for not being able to stay the entire evening as they went. She started to turn the car on when she realized a key detail, "Is Clarissa at home tonight?" The last thing Clarissa should see would be her mother so drunk she could barely walk.

Blake shook her head, "No. Sleepover."

Doris breathed a sigh of relief, "Ok, we'll have you home in a few minutes."

"Doris?"

"Yes, Blake?"

"Thank you."

"Don't worry about it. I was happy to get out of there," Doris smiled a little.

Blake looked back at her, "You didn't dance with anyone at the wedding."

"Whatever you're thinking Blake Marler, stop it," Doris' eyes clouded momentarily with fear. Blake was the biggest gossip in all of Springfield, and there was no way Doris would ever, ever let her find out her secrets. "I just didn't feel like dancing."

Though she was still a bit hazy from the alcohol, Blake could smell fear a mile away and secrets were her passion, "So that's why you've been so friendly with Olivia."

"Blake, I believe you've gone nuts," Doris glanced uneasily over at her.

Blake smiled, about to catch a fly in her web, "Are you seeing anyone right now?" She brushed her hand against Doris' arm to test her reaction.

Doris bit her lip to keep from responding verbally although the hair on her arm standing on end betrayed her avowed lack of interest. Blake was drunk and had no idea what she was doing. But, oh, it had been sooooo long since Doris had been with a woman. Of all people in Springfield coming onto her in a drunken stupor, why did it have to be Blake?

"I'll take that as a no," Blake knew she was right on the money when Doris' face involuntarily flushed. Was Doris always that attractive or was it just the alcohol? Either way, Blake's seduction had begun and she wasn't one to be a total tease. She was way more of a follow-through kind of girl. She moved her hand further up Doris's arm and ran her fingers through Doris's hair.

"Mm, Blake, I'm driving." Doris knew she was going to have to pull over and have a talk with Blake; the impulsive redhead couldn't just go around arousing people who were trying to drive. That's how car crashes happened.

"Then pull over," Blake whispered seductively, her fingers roaming gently over Doris's ear and circling Doris's lips.

Doris knew better. She really did—the "three drinks and it's-all-your-lesbian-fault" rule. So why was she pulling over to the side of the road? It was like her body was moving of its own accord while her mind kept repeating that she was heading toward a train wreck. As she put the car in park and put on the emergency brake, she turned to Blake, "Would you…"

Blake immediately seized the opportunity to quiet the mayor with an intense, raw, passionate, devouring liplock that left them both utterly speechless. Blake was in totally unknown territory and loving every second of it. The feel and taste of another woman's soft lips against her own was intoxicating and so very different from anything she had ever experienced. Maybe Olivia had the right idea after all; maybe women were better.

Doris was still in complete shock and said very matter-of-factly, "I am so fucked."

Blake grinned, "Not yet, but you will be," intending every bit of the double entendre.