Rating: Does drunkenness up the rating? PG, I would guess.
A/N: In the spirit of the upcoming holiday… a gift. I'm guessing this has been done, but…. Well, let's face it, that's never stopped anyone before and I won't let it stop me.
Told, as you will (hopefully) quickly figure out, from Drunk!Olivia's POV. If you like it, please let me know. If you don't, then I don't particularly want my spirits crushed on Christmas, so kindly keep it to yourself. Enjoy!
"Ten…"
Oh! Wow, how is it almost midnight already? And where's my drink? Definitely going to need that in about nine seconds.
"Nine…"
Eight seconds. Ah-ha! Oh, damn. Empty. Ha! There's a whole table of them hiding over there! I'll just snatch one of these…
"Eight…"
Uh-oh. Fin's not going to try to kiss me like last year, is he? He looks pretty tipsy. I think I'll just go over here and let Elliot protect me, because – well, last year was just downright awkward for everyone involved, namely me. And Fin.
"Seven…"
The casual observer might say that I've had too much to drink. My head is screaming it. It's screaming a couple of things, actually.
"Six…"
Like that I'm too close to Elliot. And that I'm drunk. And that, considering my drunken state, I am, in fact, dangerously close to Elliot. But he's protecting me from Fin! But who's going to protect him from me?
"Five…"
I didn't just think that! How drunk am I? Elliot doesn't need protection from me…I'm harmless! Harm…less. Free of harmful intentions. Free of desires to kiss him at midnight?
"Four…"
Damn me and my mental drunken ramblings! Maybe some more champagne will make my brain be quiet… except that's what got me here in the first place. When did I get this close to him? Okay, right now, New Year's resolution – no more champagne. Ever.
"Three…"
And no more Elliot fantasies that I won't ever admit to having! …Except, apparently, when I'm drunk. I'm beginning to think I'm blaming the alcohol a little too much here. I'm very afraid I'm not nearly as drunk as I would like to be.
"Two…"
Oh dear. I think he's on to me. On to what? I don't even know what I'm doing, how can he suspect it? But he's looking at me with those curious, bright blue, incredibly sexy and captivating – stop! Bad Olivia! But what if… maybe… If I just lean in a little bit…
"One…"
Something in his eyes tells me I'm not getting away with blaming the alcohol for this one. Just a breath away. Only he hears me whisper-
"Happy New Year, Elliot."