Date Written: 1/1/06
Rating: T
Word Count: 483
Characters/Pairings: Rose, Ted, Drake/JJ
Spoilers: None, really.
Warnings: Little bit of kissin', that's about it.
Notes: Inspired by recent events over on the FAKE RPG
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The annual New Year's Bash thrown by the 27th precint's commissioner was in its final hour, and well in swing. The punch had been spiked and consumed, and quite a few of the members of the precinct were sneaking off to make out on the veranda or other various places of the dance hall with their dates or significant others like teenagers.
Ted was spending his time between dances with random single women in the precinct and talking with his friends who were doing the same. Currently, he and Drake were watching a very drunk JJ dancing with one of the girls from Traffic.
"Damn, he's gonna regret this at work on Monday," Drake said, chuckling. "Those girls are going to be all over him."
"Shit, no kidding man," Ted agreed, glaring at JJ, who was spinning an equally-tipsy bleach blonde around. "How come the openly gay one gets all the fucking girls?"
The commissioner made his way by, smirking at JJ and the girl dancing before eying Ted. "Encouraging roistering, are we O'Neill?" he teased as he swept by, greeting people.
"Damn, I need a fuckin' dictonary to have a conversation with that man," Ted grumped.
JJ slipped and fell hard on his rear, and Drake put his cup down on a nearby table. "Sorry, man, but I gotta take him home or something."
Ted simply snorted into his cup and watched one of the brunettes from PR walk by.
"JJ, man, c'mon, time to go," Drake said as he shouldered his way onto the dance floor to pull JJ to his feet.
"Don' wanna," the drunk sharpshooter replied, fighting weakly against his partner. "'S not even m'nigh' yet..."
"I know, we can watch it from my apartment," Drake replied, knowing just how to manipulate his drunk partner. "I've got a perfect view of it."
"'Kay 'kay!" the blue-blonde sang, allowing Drake to put a hand on his shoulder as he bounced out the door and to Drake's car. He fought briefly with the seatbelt buckle and babbled the whole way to the apartment, with Drake steering him cautiously.
"You can take the bed," the brunette offered, hauling out some clothing for JJ to sleep in. However, the drunken man needed help, having reached the point of not being able to use his hands properly. When JJ was changed, he looked very much like a little boy playing dress-up in too clothing.
Or like a girlfriend.
Drake shook his head. Maybe he had one too many himself.
"T'ank 'ou, Drakey," JJ said, smiling sleepily, leaning up to press his lips briefly against his partners.
Drake
looked down, stunned, as JJ fell back against his pillows, snoring
loudly. He touched his lips, stunned, as he wondered which JJ would be
more upset about in the morning: That JJ had kissed Drake or that he had given Drake his first kiss of the new year.
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