Ah, I'm sorry. Life is hectic and work is busy and college is demanding. This is last weeks update. I'm going to try and get this week's up tomorrow.
I love you when you're drunk
"The room is spinning." Kate giggles, tipping her head back and looking up.
"You're outside, Kate. Not even in a room."
"Oh," she laughs, apparently the revelation that she is not actually inside a honest surprise, "then the outside is spinning. Round and round in a circle."
She follows it, in her own way, spinning around in a slightly wobbly circle right there on the sidewalk and he watches with amusement, hands buried deep in his coat pockets. It's an unusually cold September night, thought Kate, in her short short dress and sky high heels, doesn't seem to feel the chill. And that's probably because of the amount of alcohol that she had consumed throughout the night. He lost count at about the fifth martini (which came after the three sex on the beaches), and though he's not exactly a lightweight, he knows that if he had drunk the same amount as her then he'd be flat on the floor and possibly in need of an ambulance. When Lanie had said that Kate could take him she really wasn't lying. Kate Beckett could drink him under the table and back and still stand up again. She's far too stubborn. Can't even let alcohol get the better of her. She's stopped spinning by now, just standing in the middle of the sidewalk, head tipped back, her hair a loose cascade of curls down her back. Her skin is chilly against his hands when he draws her in against him, his touch raising goose bumps along her arms. She's unmoving against him, happy to just stay there for a couple of moments, stealing his warmth, but he can feel the fizz in her veins. So close to the surface of her skin. It won't be long before she's moving again.
"I wanna to take the subway."
She's almost running down the subway stairs, drunk and in high heels, and she's really truly honestly amazing because even in his flat shoes he'd never be able to get down there as quickly as she did when he's as drunk as she is. But, he doesn't argue, just follows her, because she's impulsive and crazy and beautifully drunk and he just loves watching her. And he loves the subway.