1. Tequila Makes her clothes fall off - Joe Nichols

She can handle any champagne brunch
A bridal shower with Bacardi punch
Jello shooters full of Smirnoff
But tequila makes her clothes fall off

She'll start by kicking out of her shoes
Lose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroom stall
Drop a contact down the sink

"Lo', Rem's fine." The Cajun draped over Logan's shoulder slurred.

"Told you ta stay away from those shots," Logan growled, more exasperated than annoyed. "Yer lucky I found ya when I did."

Remy giggled - actually giggled! - but didn't say anything more.

With skill born from experience, Logan opened the Cajun's door without jostling his burden too much and dropped the younger man onto his bed. From there, Logan surveyed the damage.

Remy's dark vest was gone as was his jacket and the silk shirt he still had on was completely unbuttoned and slipping off his shoulders. The sunglasses were missing and probably long gone, considering how much they cost. The Cajun still had one shoe on, which was surprising since the foot with the one shoe was missing it's sock. He was pretty sure Remy had been wearing a hat and gloves as well but both had went the way of all the other missing clothes.

He still has a deck of cards though. Well, the box the deck had came in.

Logan sighed and pulled the sock and shoe off and yanked the blankets over Remy who was on the verge of passing out.

"Wolvie?" Logan growled softly at the nickname. "Fixez avec moi."

"You're drunk, Gumbo. I ain't sleeping with you."

"Non, non, aucun sexe. Sommeil." Remy tried to sit up on the bed before he fell back down wiht another giggle. "Pourquoi la salle tourne-t-elle?"

"The room ain't spinnin', you're just shit-faced." Logan sat down on the bed beside the Cajun and pulled off his boots before laying down. "Now go to sleep. And I don't want to hear any complaints about your hangover tomorrow."

"Merci, Wolvie." Remy turned over to his side, facing Logan. "Je t'aime."