Author's Note: I posted the first two scenes of this chapter, yesterday, but then I decided that you guys deserve more than 300 words. Especially when it's all I'm going to give you. As such, I deleted chapter 35. My apologies to those of you who get alerts about the story, and to the 10 or so of you who will read the first part twice.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Lots and Lots of Sex!

Danny and Flack returned to the restaurant, Flack heading to the dining room and Danny veering off to the bar. He called the bartender over, "Tequila shot. Now." This is not good. This is not a good thing that's happened here. The bartender brought it over and watched as Danny downed the shot and didn't even wince.

Suddenly, from the direction of the dining room, came a very loud, "WHAT!"

Danny gave the bartender a flat look. A desperate look. The look of a man who was completely without hope. The bartender knew that look, and he knew what it meant.

"Keep 'em coming?"

"Ohhh yeah."

………

Jess struggled with her inebriated roommate and managed to maneuver her into their apartment. She had propped her up against the wall while unlocking the door, and Lindsay had very nearly collapsed right there. Jess caught her just in time and propelled her inside and onto the nice, soft couch. She then went back and locked the door, then stood there and stared at her.

"Lindsay Monroe, what the…" she got cut off by Lindsay's phone ringing.

Lindsay rooted around comically in her purse for a moment before triumphantly producing her phone, "I found Waldo!" Jess rolled her eyes and went to make some coffee.

"Oh hi Chris! … I'm drunk, how are you? … Oh, that's too bad. You should try being drunk. It's fun!... I was more drunker before, but Jess made me throw up when the cab stopped. … Are you laughing because you're having fun? … Why are you laughing at me?... Ohhh. … I'd love to see you tomorrow! Yay!... Or we could stay in and have lots of sex. … Sex. That thing that we do when we're naked. … Yes, that. … Yes, I really really really want to have lots and lots of sex with you right now because guess what? … You're awfully good at it. … Just a sec, Jess! Chris wants to talk to you!"

Jess, having heard Lindsay's side of the conversation from the kitchen, could only imagine what he might want to say to her.

"Hi Chris," she said, taking the phone from Lindsay, who immediately curled up on the couch to sleep. "Yeah, she's fine. Just too many margaritas after a tough day at work. … I will. Should I also remind her that she's going to be having a lot of sex with you, too? … Okay. Have a good night." She sighed and looked down at her softly snoozing friend. "You and I are going to have to have a long talk, tomorrow, young lady.

………

Danny Messer lay face down on a couch in his boxers and undershirt. His arm hung down over the side and the blanket he'd had draped over him had long since fallen to the floor. Consciousness was a gentle presence on the very edge of his brain. His mouth was open and he lightly snored, drooling onto his pillow. He shifted slightly in his sleep.

…And promptly slid onto the floor.

Consciousness was now an irate Repo man stealing away the last of his sleep by cutting it up with a rotating saw. His once-open mouth closed on morning breath that stank like death. Literally. Moaning, he attempted to lift himself from the surface he'd landed on, then he gave up and rolled over, trying to find the fragments of his sleep and piece them back together into a painless dreamland.

"Coffee?" asked an entirely too loud voice from miles above his head. He opened on eye, experimentally, and saw the tall form of Donald Flack standing over him with two mugs in his hands. Taking in Danny's location and expression, Flack figured he'd need a bit more in the way of explanation. "It's a hot drink full of caffeine. If you drink it, the pain might just become bearable."

Not yet up to the rigors of speech, Danny managed to prop himself up against the couch and reach for the cup. He closed his eyes as he took one long, wonderful sip of the soothing nectar.

"So… you kissed Lindsay, huh?" Don asked casually, sitting down on a nearby chair.

Danny's eyes opened and he choked on his coffee.

He recovered after a moment, carefully placing his coffee mug on the table and then grabbing the blanket from the floor and wrapping it around his body and over his head like a shield. He lay back down on the floor with no intention of getting up again.

"How about that," Don cheerfully finished his own cup of coffee and continued getting ready for work.

………

Lindsay lay face down on the mattress she still hadn't managed to buy a bed frame for. Her mouth was open and issuing quiet snores of drunken bliss and her hair radiated all over her pillow. She snorted once or twice and rolled over, immediately regretting that decision as the entire planet seemed to rotate extra-quickly around her. She spent one useless moment wondering why rollercoasters were so popular before she bolted up and ran to the bathroom.

Jess met her at the bathroom door as she exited much more slowly than she'd entered. "Coffee." Lindsay looked from her friend to the mug and back to her friend. She was having a little trouble processing human speech, but there was something about that smell that wasn't making her want to throw up, and she considered that good.

Jess took in her friend's blank expression and decided that more explanation was necessary. "It's a magic drink. It will make everything better."

Lindsay took the mug and shuffled slowly into the living room and sat on the couch. She sipped gingerly and tried to keep her head from exploding.

"So, Danny kissed you, did he?" Jess asked casually, sipping from her own mug.

Lindsay nodded and took another sip. Nodded, took a sip. Nodded. "Wha…" she cleared her throat. "What?"

"Danny kissed you and did a crap job of it and you want him to do it better next time. Honestly, I'm surprised it was a bad kiss. I mean, look at the guy. He looks like he could give a girl an orgasm from some intense hand-holding for God's sake. I totally expected him to be a good kisser."

Lindsay nodded and took another sip. She looked at her roommate with interest. "What?"

Jess opened her mouth to explain further, then gave it up as a lost cause. "You should go take a shower."

Lindsay nodded and took another sip. "What?"