Hello! So we're up to Chapter 4, oooo! I tried to upload this yesterday actually but had some technically difficulties so we're going to try this again. No skipping ahead on this one really but I thought it was important to have them actually go OUT to a bar/club. And hey, Flack at a strip club..come on now!

So I hope you all enjoy this little bit, and thanks to the reviewers! I'm glad you all are liking it so far :)

Emma knew it was a bad idea to let Don and his three friends pick which club they went to after the whole group (which included Marissa too) had spent a few hours in another bar near Emma's apartment. Of course, the guys were up for going to a strip club and surprisingly Marissa was into it as well just for the hilarity of it all. Both girls had been drinking, although Emma was a little better off than Marissa who whooped and hollered every time a new girl would come on the stage. Don was next to Emma, laughing at his friends as they drooled over the girls.

He leaned over to Emma, talking in her ear so she'd be able to hear him over the music. "Never thought I'd see you in a strip club."

She laughed, elbowing him gently, "Hey it wasn't my idea! I was content to stay at that other bar--"

"While that guy hit on you!" Don cut in.

"Yes but I was content to stay there. Least I didn't have some woman's boobs in my face." Emma snorted, looking over as Joel, one of Don's cop buddies, was getting a lap dance from a blonde.

Don raised an eyebrow as he watched the scene in front of them. Emma was sure that if she looked close enough, she'd find him starting to drool. She rolled her eyes, reaching over to grab her drink off the table. All in all, the night had turned out great and she was having a blast. The guys were all nice and funny, she could definitely see why Don had taken a liking to them. She elbowed him again, mock-glaring at him when he turned his head to look at her. He'd been drinking like they all had so his blue eyes had taken a glazed look. He smiled slowly, "What?"

Emma just shook her head, laughing, "Nothing. You were just about to start drooling though."

He scoffed at that, "No way. I was just..."

"Admiring the view? Enjoying the dance? Trying to learn some new dance moves?"

Don laughed, "Yeah I can totally move my hips like that now, thanks!"

Emma looked up as Marissa stumbled over, obviously a little more drunk than first thought, and plopped herself down on Emma's lap. "Did you see that blonde? How hot was she! I think Joel wants her number."

"I doubt she'd give out her number, it is her job after all," Emma pointed out.

Marissa threw her arms around Emma's neck, "you should get up there!"

"Me! What the hell, I don't think so!"

She giggled, looking over at Don. She leaned over towards him, nearly knocking Emma in the face with her elbow, "Flack! Tell her to get on stage!"

Don shook his head, pushing her back in the other direction. The alcohol as permeating from her and was so strong, he could swear he was getting more drunk just from breathing the air. "No way, I am not telling her to do anything."

Marissa stood up, wandering back to Joel and planted herself in his lap. Emma shook her own head, looking over at him, "Get me a little more drunk and I might be up there before the night's over."

He grinned slowly, looking between her and the stage. He stood up, the grin still on his face, "I'm going to have to go buy you one of those girly drinks."

Emma laughed, reaching out to catch his arm, "NO! No way!"

Don just grinned, pulling away from her. "We'll just see about that. I know exactly what to get you in order to get you good and drunk." And with a wink, Don disappeared towards the bar.

Emma stumbled over her feet as her and Don made their way up the street towards his building. He was insisting on her staying with him that night, if only because the two of them were slightly inebriated. He reached out to catch her arm, "Whoa Em where are you goin'?"

She giggled at the fact that his accent was even thicker after he'd been drinking. She was going to have to try to remember to tell him that when they both weren't drunk. "What?"

"You tripped!"

"Yes? And?" She looked up at his building when they finally reached it, "Do we really have to go up all those stairs?"

"Nope. Elevator works, hopefully." He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside with him, the two of them walking in silence to the elevators.

Emma smiled, leaning against him. He was tall enough that her head just hit his shoulder, which of course meant he was perfect for taking a quick cat nap on. "I hope Joel gets Marissa home okay," She said softly.

"Yeah he will. Joel's a good guy." The elevator doors opened a few short moments later and Don put his arm around Emma, pulling her inside with him. He hit the button for his floor and then leaned back against the wall. "Did you have fun?"

"Well I wasn't seriously thinking we'd be going to a strip club but yeah, it was a lot of fun. I'm glad you guys could come out with us."

He laughed, "I didn't think we'd go to a strip club. I was just kidding about that."

She just looked at him for a moment before shaking her head, crossing her arms in front of herself, "Yeah right. You know you wanted to see the girls dance around in little or no clothes."

He gasped dramatically, holding a hand over his heart, "Emma! How could you think that? I am a gentleman."

She snorted at that, laughing as she put a hand out to steady herself. "You might be a gentleman but you're still a man!"

Don rolled his eyes, it really hadn't been his idea to go to the strip club. He would stick to that story, if anyone asked. It was the other guys' fault. The doors opened again and he led the way down the hall to his door. He had to struggle a bit to get the door open but once he did, he let her go in first.

His apartment wasn't much bigger than hers and had even less furniture than Emma's did. It'd been fairly cheap and was in an old building but at least it had an elevator that sometimes worked. He wasn't there much since he worked most of the time but it was a good place to crash in front of the tv and watch a baseball game.

Emma kicked off her shoes, sighing in relief, "My feet are killing me."

He chuckled, heading into the kitchen to find some water. He knew if he didn't start sobering up soon he was going to have one hell of a hangover the next day. Emma followed a moment later, "Do you have clothes I can borrow to sleep in?"

"Nah. Thought I'd just let you sleep in your clothes. Or you know, naked."

She grabbed her own bottle of water, opening it and taking a drink before she said anything. "You'd like that too much."

He laughed, "Possibly. But yeah I think I can spare some clothes for you to sleep in. Go look, you know where everything is."

With a nod, she left the kitchen and disappeared in the direction of the bedroom. Don downed about half of the bottle of water before setting it aside.

He was in the process of making up the couch for him to sleep on when Emma emerged from his bedroom. She'd changed into an old t-shirt of his and a pair of boxers. She lifted up the end of the shirt, pulling the waistband of the boxers out as far as she could, "So do you house more than one guy in these things or what?"

He looked over at her and laughed, his clothes were way too big on her frame. "Not my fault you're a shrimp, Em."

"Hey now! Watch it. I know where you sleep," She said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, on the couch tonight."

She shook her head, sitting down on one end of his makeshift bed, "No way. I can sleep out here."

"No, you're not. Take my bed," He said with a shake of his head, glancing over at her.

"Please! You've got to actually get up tomorrow, sleep in your bed." She waved him off, proceeding to lay down on the couch.

Don sighed, "Emma. I'm serious, go sleep in my room."

She mocked him, rolling onto her back, "No way. Sleep in your own bed. I swear, I'll be fine out here."

He knew arguing with her was futile. It always was! She would pout and whine and complain until she got her way. In a lot of ways, she was more stubborn than he was. But finally, Don leaned down, kissing her forehead, "Fine. I'll see you whenever we wake up."

She smiled, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over her, "Thanks. See you in the morning."

He turned off the light as he headed off to his bedroom, turning once to glance at the darkened living room. She did have to look all cute in his clothes, didn't she? He turned and kept on into his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

He shouldn't have been surprised to be woken up a few shorts hours later, just as the city was beginning to brighten with the new day. Emma was clammoring into bed with him, sighing softly as she slid under the covers. Don opened one eye, looking over at her, "what're you doing?"

His voice was thick with sleep, which meant everything coming out of his mouth sounded like one big mumble. Emma shook her head, "couch was uncomfortable."

He smiled some but closed his eye, throwing his arm around her to pull her closer. "Told you I'd sleep out there," He mumbled mid-yawn.

She curled up against him, closing her eyes and hoping for a few more hours of sleep. "Don. Shut up."

He would've had a smart ass'ed response to her but, Don was already on his way back into dreamworld and Emma wasn't too far behind.