Drinks and Panties

It was almost seven and Niles and C.C. were just ordering their drinks.

"What can I get you two?" The waitress looked at Niles who gave him a look to get C.C.'s drink order first.

"I'll have a...Pink Panty Dropper." She smiled innocently at Niles and then up at the waitress as she wrote down her drink before looking at a stunned, and yet intrigued Niles.

The waitress waited about five seconds before she spoke. "Sir?"

Niles' thoughts were elsewhere as soon as those words escaped the blond's mouth. Pink Panty Dropper? My God, I've never heard of that. What made her choose that over her usual scotch or even Bloody Mary? And why am I so interested in her drink choice?

"Niles!" It was C.C. this time that yelled for the stricken butler.

His head shook out of this thoughts as he looked at C.C. and then the waitress, before looking back at C.C "What?"

"What are you having? Come on, we have less than an hour."

After a few seconds Niles remembered where he was. "Oh...right." He looked up at the waitress. "I'll just have a rum and coke."

The waitress wrote down his drink with a nod before excusing herself.

C.C. saw there was something different with Niles. "Hey, Hazel. What's wrong? You seem weird all of a sudden." She thought a moment. "Well weirder," she smirked.

Niles gave her a 'can it, brunette' look before he took in a small breath. "It's nothing. I'm just nervous, I guess."

"Nervous for what? It's not like your the best man or anything."

Niles looked at her with a 'uh huh' look before rolling his eyes at her.

"Oh you really are the Best Man? I was just messing around with that 'always a best man, never a man' joke. Well actually I wasn't joking, but I didn't know you were really the best man at this wedding."

"Well I am," he sighed before he patted his left front pocket. "I have my speech and-" His eyes widened when he no longer felt the folded up piece of paper that he once had in his pocket. "Oh no."

C.C. grew a bit concerned when she noticed the pale look he was sporting. "Niles, what's the matter?"

"I...I don't have my speech." He stood up and started patting himself down as she tried to find it. "Good Lord, where is it?" He was in panic now.

All C.C. could do was watch him as he made a fool of himself. "Will you just sit down," she hissed. "You're embarrassing me." She turned to see a couple of people staring at them and when she thought she had had enough, she stood up and pushed Niles back down into his chair.

"Now calm down." She barked.

In just a few short seconds, the waitress came back over and placed down both of their drinks. "Is something wrong, Sir?"

Niles took his rum and coke and downed it before he set it back on the table. "May I have another?"

C.C.'s eyes were wide before she quickly looked up at the waitress. "No. He's not allowed to have more than one.

The waitress nodded before she picked up Niles empty glass and walked off again.

"No more than one?" Niles scuffed. "You of all people shouldn't be telling someone when enough is enough."

C.C. rolled her eyes before she picked up her drink and sipped, letting her tongue run over her upper lip slowly when she felt a drop was about to fall.

Niles couldn't help but stare. He wasn't sure if it was the sudden chug he made with his drink or simply because she looked absolutely radiant tonight, but he was very intrigued by the simple actions she made. "Why did you get that?"

When she set her drink back down, she looked at him in confusion. "Why did I get what?"

"Your drink." He eyed her fruity drink before looking back up at her. "Why a...Pink Panty Dropper?" His voice was low when he spoke the name, seeming a bit embarrassed to hear her say, let along him saying the name.

C.C let a sultry laugh escape her lips as she noticed how uncomfortable he was. Niles couldn't help but flinch at her laugh. "I guess because I'm always getting the hard stuff. I thought I'd try something different. After all, I am your date to a wedding. That's pretty freaking different if you ask me," she smirked. "Not to mention, no pink panties, or any panties for that matter will be dropping in your presence so I thought I'd give you the closest thing to panties dropping as you could get."

Niles couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you kidding? A few more of those and I could get you dancing on the table," He let his boyish grin shine through. God I'd die happy seeing that. "Then again," he smirked, trying to keep his cover, "Maybe you shouldn't. You might break it."

C.C. rolled her eyes yet again at one of his fat jokes for her. She was used to them though and her drink was too good to stop drinking; even to insult.

"But you're right," he nodded. "It is definitely different. I mean we've had drinks together before but tonight just feels..."

"Weird?" she asked finishing his sentence as she set her drink down.

"I was going to say different, but we can go with weird if you want. After all, you are the Queen of Weird," he winked.

"Swine" she smirked.

"Chicken," He retorted.

"Well see who's a chicken when you have to give your speech and you don't even have one," she laughed.

Niles' face fell when he remembered he had no memory of what he was supposed to say. "Oh, God, what am I going to do? I can't just make things up on the spot." He looked at her drink before looking for a waitress. "I need a scotch," he groaned.

"You do not need a scotch, Niles. I don't need my date making a fool out of me." She watched Niles' sadly slam his head against the table. "Niles, you'll do just fine. You're British for heaven's sake. I'm sure you can think of something mushy to say. Just don't be surprised if I leave for the bathroom to puke," she teased with yet another sultry laugh.

Niles' head shot up as he felt as if her single fingernail was making lines up and down his spine. The things her laugh did to him was on an even higher level that he could let anything compare to. "Miss Babcock, you're not helping." He let out a deep sigh before his eyes wandered to the right of him and they were caught on the fact that he could see her crossed legs that were hanging off the side, hanging out of the slip of her dress. It's got to be the rum, old man. Why are you looking at her like this? She's my witch. Wait! No, not MY witch. Oh God...What is wrong with me? I'm-

"Would you like another drink, ma'am?" Niles looked up to see the waitress back and looking at C.C.

C.C looked down at her now empty glass as she debated on getting another. "Actually I think one is my limit for the night." The waitress nodded and took her glass before leaving the table. "See, I can control myself," she whispered to him with a wink.

Niles couldn't help but smirk knowing she took his previous comment so seriously. "I'm impressed, Miss Babcock." He looked at his watch to see the time was getting close to eight. "Shall we head out?" He got up from the table before putting his arm out for C.C which she gladly accepting. My god, she feels so perfect on my arm. It's as if they were supposed to fit this way...

"All right, Butler Boy. Let us be a bigger hit than the bride and groom," she smirked.

Niles brought himself out of his thoughts as he let out a soft chuckle before he opened the door for her. "Now you're just being an attention seeker, Babs." He linked his arm with hers again before he walked her to the car.

"Well what girl doesn't like attention?" She raised her brow at him with a smile as she slipped inside when he opened the door for her, a smile peering though the side window. She let out a soft sigh as she put her seat belt on. What I would give for his attention.

As he shut the door, he smirked softly. "Stick with me tonight," he mouthed softly, "and I'll treat you like we're the only ones in the room."