Song: "Drunk in Love" by Beyonce.
"Vodka soda, please," she smiles at the bartender.
"Coming right up, Ms. Decker." He smiles back. A familiar face. Within the minute, the drink is poured and in front of her. "On the house," he winks at her. She thanks him and heads to the dancefloor.
The drink is definitely "on the house." On her house. Lux.
I've been drinking, I've been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I've been thinking, I've been thinking
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na na
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na na
"Detective," he purrs into her ear from behind. "I was not expecting to see you this early." She wasn't expecting to be at Lux this early either. The music is loud and the lights are dim. He begins to kiss her neck. Her eyes roll back at the sensation. His hands go to her hips. A familiar spot. He's warm. She likes warm. She likes his hand placement, too. He smells like whiskey.
"Lucifer," she breathes. She is already three drinks in. Or was it four? More? She can't remember. The music is still loud and the lights are still dim. Her brain is cloudy. All she can feel is his hands and his warmth. She wants more.
One of his hands begins to travel slowly towards her thigh. "I like this dress, Detective," he tells her. She could feel his wicked grin. She can tell he would like the crimson outfit better on his floor. "You look beautiful."
It's all too much. His voice, his warmth, his hands, his smell, his words... She is intoxicated. She wants to move. She wants to move with him. She grabs his hand and begins to pull him towards the dancefloor. His wicked grin is back. He follows her until she stops.
Dark eyes meet light eyes. She is intoxicating to him, and he is intoxicating to her. "Dance with me," she says. He can tell she is drunk. Drunk off of his liquor and drunk off of him.
The music is somehow louder. The lights are still dim. Other eyes are now watching them, but they only watch each other.
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na na
Drunk in love, I want you
The drinks continue to set in. She can only focus on him. On feeling him, seeing him, touching him. She wants him.
"I want you," she whines. He likes this comment. His wicked grin is back. His mouth moves back to her ear. "You have me," he says.
We woke up in the kitchen saying
"How the hell did this shit happen?"
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grinding off in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love
Discarded clothes create a trail to the kitchen. Her crimson dress is next to his suit jacket. Their bodies are still intertwined while asleep. The sunlight finally causes them to stir. It's the afternoon. She is wearing his shirt and he is wearing an apron. An apron and nothing more. She begins to rise first, confused by where they are. Head pounding, she sits up and looks around.
"Lucifer?"
He groans. She realizes they are on the kitchen floor. He looks up at her. He thinks she looks beautiful like this. She thinks he looks beautiful like this.
They both notice his "Kiss the Chef" apron at the same time. They laugh, not exactly sure how they got here. She does as the apron says.
"I love you," she whispers. He moves her hair behind her ear. His smile is now soft and indicates the sweetest pain imaginable.
"I love you, Chloe." He leans in to kiss her. He can't get enough of her. She can't get enough of him either. They're still intoxicated.