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"Kiddo, we're off too… although I am not sure what to do with Halstead over there…"
Adam approached the bar and took her hand, kissing it goodbye dramatically. These Ruzek man were really something else. Kevin had followed behind him and was so drunk that he was just standing there smiling and slightly swaying from side to side.

It was almost 2 a.m.
Everybody else had cleared out a while ago, leaving the three men to suit themselves. As she had promised Hermann she'd be closing tonight, Rianne was the only one left inside the joint, besides them. She had noticed Nate saying goodbye shortly after she'd returned from her "break" with Jay, claiming to be really tired after the day they'd had, so she was on her own then. She would just text him later that he should not worry, but she would not sleep at home tonight.

"What about him?"
Rianne looked up from putting away clean glasses into the shelves.

"He said he could take it…"
Adam motioned to Jay, sitting slumped over at their table, his head resting on his arms, he was obviously pretty drunk and had passed out.

"Well, thanks a lot Adam! Did you three really drink all of that?"
She pointed at the assorted shot glass-collection on their table, not sure if she should be angry or laughing out loud. No wonder this had happened. It was a miracle that Ruzek and Atwater were still standing.

"We had to celebrate my two celibate boys both finally getting laid this week!"
Adam announced a little too loud for Rianne's taste. Kevin at least had the decency to look a little flustered and shush Adam. If she hadn't been so shocked by the possibility that Jay might have discussed their sexual encounters with his colleagues, she might have been happy for Kevin, knowing his dating life had been a bit lacking in action lately. Maybe she might have even started questioning who the lucky lady was.

"How would you know Jay got laid this week?" she had to ask, making sure Adam wasn't just clutching at straws, although the face she made when saying this, might have given her away already.

"Come on, you two have been making sex eyes at each other the whole night. It was kind of embarrassing for everyone having to witness that in close proximity."

When she still looked at him pretty pissed off he tried a more soothing tone:
"Don't worry, he didn't give up any details, but he didn't deny it happening either. So, I hope you get him sobered up and the fun can go on! He has to make up for lost time!"
Adam really was a chatterbox sometimes.

"Don't you dare leave him here! You got him into this state, you will take care that he gets out of it then!"
Rianne wouldn't drag a drunk corpse home with her and listen to him complaining about a hangover the next morning. They weren't that comfortable with each other yet.

"But I guess he would appreciate it more if you took him home with you…"
Adam made big goofy eyes at her, he too wasn't so sober anymore.

"Shut up Ruz and take care of it! Or else I will say something about you and Kim you're not ready to hear!"
She had been watching Adam and his ex-fiancée together again this evening, adding more and more evidence to her suspicion that there was definitely something going on.

"What about him and Kim?"
Kevin's interest was peaked now more than ever. Adam turned slightly red, held up his hands in defeat and got up to go take Jay and get him home without further discussions.

When he and Kevin hoisted him up from his place at the table and took him past the bar, Jay stirred awake. Adam looked at him and stopped moving, momentarily seeming worried that he would attack him, but Jay was disoriented and still somehow out of it.

Right that moment Will Halstead walked into the bar again. He quickly took in the scene and couldn't stop laughing:

"For once I have to step out and take care of something during shot hour and my little brother gets plastered."

"Well, I think the roles are reversed this time around…"
Rianne stated matter-of-factly. She'd never seen Jay being too drunk to walk by himself. Will on the other hand: numerous times. She wasn't on shift as often as Stella and Hermann and didn't come to Molly's every weekend, but almost once a month she'd seen Will getting rescued by his brother or Natalie. He was just the one of the brothers who had to and could let loose more often.

This was actually convenient, because she felt much better knowing a more than sober enough Will would take care of Jay than the ones responsible for this: Adam&Kevin.

"So I guess you can repay the favor and take him home safely Will, would you?"

Will nodded that of course he would. Adam and Kevin looked relieved, sat Jay down at the bar where Rianne had stepped up to him, and said their good-byes, leaving the bar still high-spirited and talking animatedly. Rianne just hoped they were reasonable enough to call themselves a cab.

Jay's head was still lolling around, but he had managed to focus his eyes on her now, sighing and leaning into her. With no body tension whatsoever he was getting kind of heavy to hold up, so Will quickly jumped to her aid, getting Jay up on his feet.

"How'd you manage to do that? He's normally way too much a control-freak to get drunk like this!"
Will hadn't seen his brother like that in longer than he could think of.

"I didn't do anything. This is all 'Ruzek and Atwater at their finest'!"

"Rianne… I… I am so sorry…"
Jay suddenly grabbed her face and pressed his lips to her mouth. Softly but determinedly she ended that kiss quickly:
"Jeez Jay, you taste like a liquor fabric!" Momentarily she felt like one could get drunk just from kissing him.

"And you smell so good…" he smiled kind of lopsided and his eyes were loosing focus again, Will was struggling to keep him upright.

"Alright, come on little bro! We're out of here!"
Rianne helped them to get through the door, Will telling her that his car wasn't parked that far down the street and that he would manage. She heard him curse under his breath though and berate Jay on how he'd be furious if he was to be sick in his new car on the way home, as they went out into the night.

Sighing she locked the front entrance, got the rest of the glasses cleaned up and made up the tables. Then she stacked up the chairs for the cleaning staff and stored the rest of the cash from tonight into the safe out back before she went to get her personal things out of the lockers. Her phone chimed with an unread message, it was from Will:

"Tucked him in and sang him a lullaby 😃 He's going to be pretty pissed at himself in the morning. Said to tell you he's sorry and that you're incredible. Thanks for making him behave like a human being for once! 😘 Will"

Rianne smiled and typed a quick thanks to him, before she closed up and went home herself.
She was sure Jay would not approve of Will indeed telling her what he had said in an obviously not so sane state of mind. But that was just Will for you — he loved to rile his little brother up. It was just now that she realized Will had been the first one to witness them kissing, even if it had been a super drunken kiss on Jay's side. It felt weirdly okay.

Getting to work and seeing Jay that soon after her visit with the in-law-family during the day had taken her mind off some things she feared she needed to deal with in the future. Rianne was a little furious about the whole alcohol debacle, but not especially with Jay. Seeing him drunk had been kind of funny. But without him distracting her further tonight she feared she would not be able to sleep so soon, because her thoughts were running wild about how she wanted to deal with all the new developments in her life.

If she had been feeling suffocated throughout her day at the diVarese family home, some kind of still undefined rage boiling under the surface of her cool outer appearance, the moment she'd been talking to and flirting with Jay and been surrounded by her friends at Molly's she'd felt like herself again. Not like that old dark cloud was hanging over her all the time, waiting to rain down on her.

Sunday late noon rolled around. When Jay woke up with a screaming headache he didn't know how he got into his bed and why he was feeling like he had screwed up big time.

He had a vague recollection of his brother's face being here with him last night, but he wasn't sure about that. Had Will kissed him good-night? He felt like something weird had happened…

Scrambling to get some clarity, he fished for his phone on the nightstand and scrolled threw his texts, wondering if they could give him a clue as to what the hell he'd gotten himself into.

There was one from his brother, sent at 3 a.m. this morning:

"You sure have a way with words, especially when you're drunk. Thanks for the update on your love-life. I should take you out for tequila more often. Makes getting infos easier. Hope you don't feel too awful in the morning, cheers!"

Jay groaned out loud. Great! A conversation he was not looking forward to having in person…

There was a text from Adam that had some of the same content. He didn't even want to know that he'd been telling them last night. But it surely triggered some memories flooding back into his probably still intoxicated mind. How'd he get out of Mollys?

Another text was from Hailey, asking if he wanted to hit the gym together later. At the moment he thought he'd have to answer that with: Definitely not! His insides were protesting against any sudden movement and he was afraid he might be sick any minute now.

He spotted a more recent message from earlier this morning. Jay almost dreaded opening it, because at seeing her name in the chats realization hit him what really went down last night and what was supposed to have been happening.

It was a picture of Rianne in bed with her cat curled up in a ball next to her pillow:

"Seems like somebody else took the chance to go home with me… ️Feel better!"

"Fuck!" Jay wouldn't know why he'd blown his chance of hot sex by drinking too much and passing out beforehand. Probably the guys were to blame for that! He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten that shit-faced and he felt that before passing out it had been fun to feel this light for once.

After he'd managed to get up although all of his body was refusing to, he took a semi-cold shower, drank like two liters of water and took some pain meds. Laying down then on his couch with his naked feet propped up on the ledge, he tried to make amends:

"I am so mortified! Sorry for passing out like that last night. I will make it up to you, I promise!"

He didn't have to wait too long until he got a reply:

"Your loss, Límon snuggled up real nice next to me!"

"Believe me: I feel I am at a double-loss. Remind me to never do shots with Ruzek and Atwater again unsupervised, my head is killing me!"

"Duly noted."

"Were/Are you mad?"

"You already apologized multiple times last night. It's all good… So mad no, frustrated: A little!"

"Maybe we can do something about that this week. I'll be in touch."

"You really better be!"

"😉!"