"Luciferrrr, why're you herrre? Never mind, lets daaance!" She hopped off of her barstool, grabbing his hand with hers, throwing her free hand in the air and shaking her hips while dragging him to the dance floor.

"Because this is my club, Detective, and I live here. Besides, Maze texted me to warn me you had a rough day. Here, why don't we take this from you," He spoke as he took her glass away from her, "I think you have had enough to drink. Shall I call a cab, love?"

"Nooo! 'Don't wanna leave." She slurred.

"Ahh, my dear Detective, naughty naughty! Though as much as I encourage that sort of behavior from you, aren't you forgetting about the offspring?"

"Sh's wi' Dan, for t'weekn'd. Please? 'Don't wanna go home."

Eyes softening, he grabbed her hand once more and all but dragged her to the elevator, hitting the button to the penthouse. When they arrived, he helped her change into a fresh shirt and a pair of shorts he had no idea how he got, grabbed a glass of water and some painkillers and led them to his bedroom, placing the items on the nightstand. He crawled into the bed and after no movement from Chloe he patted the bed. "Care to join me, Detective? I promise nothing will happen. We'll just watch a movie. I would allow you to sleep in the guest room, but with how drunk you are, it is probably best you stay here so I can make sure you do not choke on your own puke."

"Fine, but no Hot Tub High School." And with that she begrudgingly clambered into bed after him, cuddling into his side and passing out almost immediately, missing the adoring, loving look he gave her.