Author: HaughtyHippogriff
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
thebarsondaily prompt: midnight
From the previous drabble for 'regret'...
[text message:] Olivia, Olivia...my problem is alllll you.
She drained the rest of her wine in one long swallow.
Olivia hesitated, then shored up her courage—and threw caution to the wind—and knocked.
The door swung open almost immediately, and a very rumpled Rafael raised his eyebrows at her. "Didn't your mother tell you nothing good ever happens after midnight?"
"Yeah, funny thing about that. My mom wasn't your typical parent." Olivia gave him a raised eyebrow right back. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Rafael looked at her consideringly, all while taking a long pull from a bottle of beer. "How drunk are you?" he asked instead.
A smile crept across Olivia's face and she relaxed. "Not nearly as drunk as you," she replied.
"Well, then, c'mon in," he said, sweeping an arm out grandly.
Olivia stepped into his apartment and glanced around, taking in the ultra-modern décor and the files piled up on the dining table. And the coffee table. And the kitchen counter.
"Geez, Barba. Didn't your mom ever tell you not to bring your work home with you?"
"Excellent point. Remind sober-me to tell sober-you that I won't be busting my butt to win your cases from now on. I'm sure you'll take it well." He came up behind her and handed her a beer, then sat on his sofa. Olivia settled herself next to him, but not too close. She wasn't sure where this was going, just that she hadn't wanted to sit by herself in her apartment.
They drank in silence for a while. Then: "Are we going to be weird about this?" he asked.
"Probably," Olivia sighed, staring at her bottle.
"In that case—" Rafael set his bottle the end table and scooted closer to her. "Might as well make things completely awkward between us," he explained, placing one hand on her neck and pulling her lips to his.