Author's Note: Rate K
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The knock on her door, despite waking her from a light snooze, was expected. It was 11:45 pm on Friday. Lorelai shuffled from her couch to the front door, opening it as she mumbled through a yawn "About time," to Luke who was leaning against the doorway with a grin and glossy eyes.
"Sorry, I had cards… good cards…hands, good hands," Luke slurred a bit and waved his hand as he walked through the open door.
TJ invited Luke to a poker game with others from the Ren Faire. Luke didn't want to go, but Lorelai convinced him it would be a good idea to spend some time with Liz and TJ now that they'd moved to Stars Hollow. Luke had played a few times with TJ and his buddies while he was in Maine, but this was the first time TJ had hosted a poker night.
"Really, it's okay babe. I'm glad you are here now."
"Me too."
"You alright? Want some water?" She asked after looking over him for a minute, then she took off towards the kitchen. He followed, roughly brushing the door frame on his way there and plopping himself into a kitchen chair with less grace than normal.
" 'S Probably not a bad idea. I had a few beers." She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and set it on the table in front of him. Luke's eyes followed her movements, from the fridge and back.
Only a few? She huffed a small laugh, she knew when Luke had a few beers, and when he had a few too many beers. Luke probably had at least six-pack to himself tonight. She didn't blame him though, she'd probably need a little liquor to last 3 hours with Liz and TJ.
"You want Aspirin, too?" she asked, but she had already pulled the bottle from the cabinet and twisted off the cap. His droopy eyes stayed locked on her as she handed him two pills.
She stood next to him at the table, waiting for him to down the white tablets. "Hi," she said sweetly and then leaned down to quickly kiss his lips.
"Hi," he whispered against her lips and kissed her again. When he pulled away, he just stared at her, a goofy grin never leaving his face.
"What?" she asked after a few moments under his gaze, now wondering if she had a drool line from her earlier couch nap.
"Nothing," he says as he lifts his finger and brushes a bit of hair back behind her ear, grazing along her cheek, "your skin is soft like the clouds."
Yup, she thinks as he kisses her again, he's definitely drunk.
"Thank you my sweet, drunk Luke, let's get you to bed." She grabs his hands and pulls him from the chair.
"I am not drunk," he grumbles, but follows her up the stairs.
