Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with CSI:NY.
I know that Lindsay doesn't look like the type to go out partying all night…and neither does Stella but everyone's gotta let their hair down once in a while.
This is loosely based on a night out not too long ago, it too ended outside my boyfriend's door; however I was singing "It's Raining Men" rather loudly...all work and no play makes Zain a grumpy writer :)
Lime
She was officially wasted. A quiet drink with "the girls" ended up being a full on party night at a club called "Chaos". When Stella had invited her out she was prepared for a glass or two of wine with Stella, Angell and most of the girls who worked in the lab, before retiring to her apartment for some well earned rest, but one or two glasses turned into five or six, and then when someone had the genius idea to go to "Chaos", one of the hottest nightclubs in New York, for some unbeknown reason she actually agreed.
After that fateful decision there was a haze of fruity cocktails, tequila shots and wild dancing, once the club started closing up and sending the merry partygoers on their way she vaguely remembered Stella calling someone to come help them get home, and that was how she came to be in her bosses car, face plastered against the window with a cocktail umbrella balancing on the top of her ear, through bleary eyes she saw Mac's faint smile, she was never going to live this down.
The car stopped abruptly and she was aware of Mac exiting the car, then opening the door she was resting against, giggling she stumbled from the car and looked at her surroundings, it wasn't her apartment building, although it did look rather familiar, steering her towards the entrance she could practically feel the hilarity of the situation rolling off of him. The ride in the elevator was short, and once again he pointed her drink addled body in the direction they needed to go, reaching the end of the hall Mac stopped in front of a door that she remembered somewhere in her very patchy memory, he knocked loudly and they waited, moments later the door opened and there stood her shirtless boyfriend, who was rubbing the sleep from tired his eyes, looking agitated that he had been rudely awoken after a shift that had seemed to have lasted two whole days.
"I believe this belongs to you." Mac stated as he gestured in her direction, he could barely hide his amusement of the whole situation.
"Where-" His sleepy yet stern voice was cut off by his incoherent girlfriend.
"Drinks! They was gooood…" she slurred as she entered the apartment, dropping her bag and doing a little twirl before un-gracefully dropping down onto the couch.
"If you could remind her that her shift starts at 9am that would be great." Before Mac had even finished talking Don had already pushed the door shut, it was then that he let out a long chuckle before returning to the elevator to get his other drunk co-worker home, wondering how the ladies of the lab would feel when they arrived for work in only a few hours.
Ummmm...shirtless Flack my dream come true :)
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