AN: This is for my wonderful and only slightly pushy friend, tmmachado. Love you, dude! You've asked for that fic for months and now you're gonna get it. It's a Sheen fic. And my first try. Hope you'll like this and that I didn't screw it up. Rating will go up to M at some point. A special thanks goes out to redisthenewblackington for being a wonderful beta and for suggesting this oh so fitting title.

Disclaimer: I don't own TBL or BL. I just like playing with the Spades...

Chapter 1

It was the end of October and time for the annual Halloween party at Crane, Poole and Schmidt, and even though they'd had a little disagreement earlier, both Alan and Denny were dressed as flamingos, their fluffy bodies almost too big to fit through the door. They looked cute, no one could deny it, and even though Denny would not say so, he was glad that he and Alan were back to being flamingos. He never could stay mad at his best friend.

Alan was at the bar, fetching drinks for Denny and himself when he saw her. At first it had only been her mop of brown hair, then the fine curve of her body, and then she had turned around and he felt his heart pick up its pace. She was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with some of her curly hair peeking from under the hood she was wearing. Without fully understanding just what was happening, Alan felt his legs move rather quickly into the opposite direction of the beautiful young woman, and before he knew it, he was running; as quickly as he could, while still wearing the flamingo costume.

"Denny! Denny!" He shouted as he rounded the corner to where he knew his friend was waiting. "Denny!"

"Geez, Alan, did you poop your pants? Where are the drinks?"

He was panting as he finally came to a stop in front of the older man. "There's, there's that absolutely stunning girl! Have you seen her? Who is she?"

"Who's who?"

"The girl!"

"What girl?"

"Damn it, Denny! The girl! She's out in the hall!" Alan almost tripped over his words. "She's stunning! Brown, curly hair and beautiful blue eyes. A smile to die for." He trailed off with a dreamy look on his face.

Denny grunted. "Who is she?"

"I don't know! That's what I just asked you!"

He grunted again and then started walking out of the room. "I need to check her out then. Whatever she looks like, she's mine."

A hand grabbed his flamingo tail and he was roughly pulled back. "Forget it, Denny, I saw her first!"

"Alan," he whined. "You're my best friend. Sharing is caring."

The younger man shook his head. "Keep your hands to yourself. She's my Shirley, back off."

"She can't be your Shirley. You don't even know her!"

"Denny," Alan warned. "You will leave her alone."

"Fine!" He threw his hands up and started walking again, stopping at the doorway to lurk around the corner. Not even a second later he pulled his head back and looked at his friend. "5'6'' tall brunette?"

"Yes!"

"My god, she's beautiful, Alan!" Denny exclaimed.

"I know!" He replied. "Do you know her?"

Both men poked their heads around the corner, their tall flamingo heads almost hitting another associate. When they pulled back, Denny turned to Alan. "Isn't that the new intern?"

"Intern?" Alan asked. "What intern?"

"Yeah, Shirley hired a new intern. I don't know if it's her. I need another look." Sticking his head back out, Denny made a satisfied noise at the back of his throat. "That skirt doesn't even reach her knees."

"Denny!" Alan hit his back, his hand bouncing off of the stuffed material. "Back off!"

"Don't be such a drama queen, Alan. I'm just looking," he said. "So, what's the deal? Go talk to her."

"You think I should?" Once more both men leaned over to look at the young woman, before giving each other a look. "Got it," Alan agreed and took a calming breath. He normally wasn't this nervous, but the brunette beauty was at least fifteen years younger by the looks of it.

Brushing some invisible lint from his costume, he made his way over to where she was standing, currently all by herself and without a drink in her hand. This was his chance. Making a pit stop at the bar, Alan ordered drinks for the lady and himself and then continued towards her.

"So, you've finally decided to stare at me up close, instead of from across the room?" She asked, before turning fully around to look at him.

He took an instant liking to her. Not only was she even more beautiful close up and smelled heavenly, she was also a saucy, challenging young lady. "Maybe you wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't been watching me as well."

"It's kind of hard to miss two 8-foot tall flamingo costumes."

"Alan Shore," he told her, holding out his hand.

Taking his offered hand without hesitation, she shot him a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Shore. I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Scott."

"Elizabeth," Alan repeated. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Please call me Alan." He gave her his most charming smile and nodded towards the drink in his hand. "Would you care for a drink?"

"Why, thank you," she replied, accepting the offered glass.

"So, this is going to sound like a bad pick-up line, but I haven't seen you around here before."

She took a sip from her glass before answering. "I've just started as an intern. I thought I should get an idea what an everyday lawyer's doing."

"You may be disappointed. I'm not your everyday lawyer, and this is not your everyday firm. Maybe you should spend some time with me, and see for yourself," he said huskily, leaning in just a tad.

Liz didn't look impressed, instead she held his gaze in silence for another moment. "That was corny."

Alan blinked in surprise. "It was?"

"Very much so. Corny and absolutely horrible."

He raised the glass tumbler to his lips and took another sip. "I take it you also wouldn't appreciate a comment about me being the big bad wolf to your Red Riding Hood." It wasn't a question.

She threw her head back and laughed, her eyes bright. "Please don't." He loved the sound of her laughter and couldn't help but smile at her. "Also you could hardly be considered a wolf."

"Oh, and why is that, Elizabeth?" He asked, raising a brow at her.

"Liz," she corrected softly. "For starters, you're a flamingo."

She was right about that. "Well, I'd go so far as to say that flamingos are the better lovers." She choked on her drink and started coughing, earning herself a bemused look from her opponent. "They don't call it the 'magical courtship dance of the flamingo' for nothing."

After calming down again, she tried another sip of her beverage to soothe her throat. "'Magical courtship dance'."

He made a noise in agreement. "But if you'd prefer, I can also be a wolf between the sheets." As expected she blushed heavily at his words.

"Alan, stop harassing the new intern." Shirley said, coming to a stop next to them.

"Harrassing her?" He sputtered. "Am I harassing you, Liz?" Alan asked, giving her a sweet look.

"Uhm… no, you're fine."

"See, Shirley? All is well."

"Alan," the blonde started, giving him a hard look. "The girl just wants some insight on the practice of law. Is that what you're discussing?"

"Mating, actually." His eyes sparkled at the sheer pleasure of insubordination.

"What?" The older woman's eyes grew.

"We were talking about mating," Alan explained with a cheeky smile.

Liz quietly watched the exchange, daring neither to move nor speak.

"For god's sake, Alan, you incorrigible letch, stop it. She's too young for you!"

The man rolled his eyes, somewhat annoyed to be considered old. "And just how young would that be?"

"I'm twenty-one," Liz offered.