White Flag

Summary: Frasier had given into Lilith's wants in "Room Service".

Pairing: Lilith/ Frasier

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

"C-can I interest you in another shot?" Frasier asked as he looked next to him at Lilith. The two of them had already had way beyond their fill of tequila, but he still craved more. He had a feeling that Lilith would as well.

"I don't know," Lilith began honestly. What little of her judgment she had left was coming in hand. She thought the concept over. "No, I want vodka," she told the bartender. Then again, maybe she had no judgment whatsoever left.

"Oooh, me too," Frasier said with the anticipation of a four-year-old. "I want one! I'm one of the cool kids!"

The bartender rolled his eyes, but got them the vodka. "That's it," he said seriously. "I'm cutting you off."

"Will it hurt?" Frasier asked as he gulped down the vodka. Lilith did the same.

The bartender did not answer. He muttered something about how he hated his job and then moved towards the other end of the bar where the regulars were seated.

"Well, what now, Lilith?" Frasier asked as he attempted to stand up. He was about to fall down, but he clutched to the edge of the bar. "You want to just go to a motel and do what we came here to do?" He smiled as he extended his hand towards Lilith.

Lilith looked at his hand and eventually grasped it in her own. She tried to stand up but almost instantly fell backwards into Frasier's arms. "Where are we going again?" she asked.

"I love you," Frasier stated as he pushed Lilith into an upright position. She almost fell backwards again, but Frasier was able to steady her long enough to get out of the bar. He looked down at the silent Lilith, then whispered into her ear, "Your line is 'I love you, too'."

"Hmm?" Lilith asked. "Oh, right. I love you. I was insane to cheat on you and get divorced."

"Well, now we're both divorced twice," Frasier stated. "And we both do the same thing for a job," he added. "I don't really remember what that was, but I know it involves thinking. We're meant for each other," he stated as he waved for a taxi.

"We're meant for another bar," Lilith declared with a laugh as she sat down at the edge of the road. She glanced up at Frasier as if she expected him to join her.

Frasier did join her. His arm was still raised to signal for a cab, but he did sit down next to Lilith. "No, we're meant to be together," he insisted. "Let's get married again."

Lilith smiled at the idea. "Ok. There's wine at weddings," she said as the taxi pulled up. She glanced at Frasier, then the two of them crawled into the taxi.

"Where to?" the driver asked in a bored tone of voice.

"Um, Vegas," Frasier announced.

Lilith shook her head in protest. "No, that's where the gay man and I married. I vote Reno."

Frasier shook his head back to argue. "I don't think so. Reno is a silly place. Vegas has sparkly lights," he pointed out. "Besides, shouldn't the important thing be that we're getting married not where we actually do it?" For someone as drunk as he was, he was actually making a little bit of sense.

Lilith groaned as she slumped back in the taxi. "Fine, we can go to your place, but only if you buy more drinks. Tequila, vodka, something," she rambled. Her eyes lit up. "Sangria!" she announced as she rested her head against Frasier's shoulder.

The driver rolled his eyes. "So, am I taking you to the airport?" he asked in the same bored tone.

Lilith shook her head. "No, no airport. I think I'm gonna barf. No flying. Flying later."

"Then I can get you to a bus that will take you to Vegas," the cab driver said.

"Ok, fine, do that," Frasier said irritably. He moved over and began kissing Lilith wildly. He could not remember a time when the two were this hot for each other.

Half an hour later, the couple was at the bus station. There were a lot of charter buses around. Apparently one of them was going to Vegas. After arguing with the manager, Frasier and Lilith were finally seated on the bus.

"Can I get you anything to eat or drink before we leave?" Frasier asked with a smile. He looked at the selection of food in the vending machine. Tragically there was no wine or beer, but there was a bag of Cracker Jacks. Frasier put his money in and got it.

"What'd you win?" Lilith asked in amusement as Frasier opened the bag. Her words were becoming slurred.

Frasier shrugged as he tossed the prize package to Lilith. All he cared about was the food. He took a few bites as he sat down on the bus. Lilith squealed with delight as she sat down next to him. "It's a ring," she declared as she placed the plastic ring over her left pinky. "Now we're really getting married."

The couple sitting behind Lilith and Frasier rose and moved towards the back of the bus. This was going to be a long ride.