Prompt - Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk

Prompt – Actions speak louder than words.

Note – Thanks to Tamara for the prompt and for being a member here at Solo Ensemble! This story is a continuation of the previous SEMMFF entitled Single Malt for the Romantic's Soul.

Mexican Cartwheels

"Is that Elizabeth?"

Johnny frowned at the petite brunette sitting all alone at a rickety little table at Jake's with a half-full bottle of whiskey. "What's a girl like her doing here? Come on, let's go see what's going on?"

They made their way over to the dark, quiet corner of Jake's, safely away from the larger crowds, and both men glanced at each other before hesitantly pulling out chairs on either side of her.

"Hey," Spinelli tried to smile when Elizabeth looked up at them. "Elizabeth – why are you crying?"

"Is everything all right?" Johnny jumped in quickly. "Do you need anything? Is there anything we can do?"

"Nothing," she sniffled, waving his hand away so that she could reach the bottle. "Nothing anyone can do."

Spinelli's lips settled into a thin line. "What happened, Elizabeth? Why are you crying? Who made you cry?"

She let out a little sob, half choking on the whiskey, and slapped Johnny's hand away when he tried to take the liquor from her. "Lucky's an ass."

"Your fiancé?"

"Ex-fiancé," she corrected before her head fell onto her arms and she let out a quaking sob. "Son of a bitch."

Johnny winced and awkwardly settled his hand on her back, giving her a gentle pat. He had known Jason for a couple of years, but Jason never really brought Elizabeth around his male friends so they didn't really know her that well.

"What happened? Jason was saying the two of you were having dinner last night to set a date for your wedding."

She hiccupped and snatched her glass up again. "Obviously, that didn't happen."

Johnny licked his lips. He had absolutely no idea how to talk to women – in a not trying-to-get-laid kind of way – but this particular woman happened to be important to his friend Jason, so he wanted to make the effort. "So what did happen?"

"I thought we were going out for a nice dinner," she hiccupped. "It was supposed to be so romantic. We were going to set the date…or elope. One of the two."

She shook her head and, finding her glass empty, took a swig straight from the bottle. "Guess what he did."

Spinelli winced. "He stood you up?"

Elizabeth snorted and took another swig as Johnny eyed her appreciatively. "No. He told me that he asked me out to dinner because he wanted to tell me something important. The bastard got Maxie Jones pregnant and she's keeping the baby."

Johnny and Spinelli stared at her. "Maxie Jones?"

"But she's a teenager," Spinelli sputtered. "That's illegal!"

Elizabeth let out a wail and let her head fall back in her hands. "I'm such an idiot. I can't believe it. It's my fault, too."

Johnny choked on the sip of whiskey he was sneaking from her bottle. "What? Honey, you have got to be kidding me. It's not your fault that horse's ass couldn't keep it in his pants."

"I was the one who said no sex til we got married," she sighed forlornly. "I was the one. Don't you get it? I set this whole thing in motion thinking it was romantic and an affirmation of our love, and I just screwed myself while he went out and screwed Maxie."

She reached out and grabbed Spinelli's shirt, hauling him up to her face. "I haven't had sex in more than five months."

Spinelli blinked. "I haven't had sex in ever."

Johnny let out a groan. "You never admit that out loud, idiot. What a nube."

Elizabeth let him go and reached blindly for the bottle. "So it's over. It's all over. I never want to see that lying dog's face again. And to think of all the time I wasted."

"What do you mean?"

She gestured emptily into the air. "All this time that I spent with one man that treated me so horribly. I gave up some of my friends for him. I gave up my dreams for him. I almost gave up Jason for him."

Spinelli's brows shot up. "What do you mean?"

"Lucky hates Jason," Elizabeth grumbled. "He always has. He hates that we're such good friends and he told me to quit working for him. When I wouldn't, we got into a huge fight. We made up a week later and that was when Lucky proposed. I was so stupid to accept."

"You thought you could make something work," Johnny told her. "You weren't stupid. Just human."

"All this time," Elizabeth murmured. "All this time that I could have been using to paint or sketch or design clothes or go out dancing or meet new people – or, heck, have sex."

Spinelli's lips twitched, and he knew an opportunity when it came knocking. He discreetly pulled his video phone out of his pocket under the table and turned to her. "Gee, I don't know, it's been five months. You sure you still remember how?"

Elizabeth looked up slowly and glared at him. "What?"

"Well, remember how to have sex," Spinelli shrugged as Johnny stared at him, silently asking if he'd gone crazy. "You know, we were talking to Jason about this the other night. So, would you know how?"

"What?!"

"Like, say you were going to have sex with Jason," he proposed, trying not to grin and give it away as he switched his phone to recording mode. "What would you do?"

Elizabeth's lips twitched into a wicked smile. "What wouldn't I do to him?"


Quite some time later…

Johnny and Spinelli both sat slack-jawed and staring at Elizabeth, who had just finished describing every single naughty thing she would do to Jason Morgan's body if given half the chance and was now demurely sipping her whiskey.

"Wow," Johnny murmured. "It's always the nice ones that surprise you."

"Can you describe the last thing you said?" Spinelli wanted to know as he held his pencil to his little notepad. "I didn't quite catch the end part."

Johnny rolled his eyes. "So how come you never told Jason you had feelings for him?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "What would it matter? I was dating Lucky at the time, and we work together. Besides, Jason's not a one-woman man. It would never work because he'd get bored and move on to some other skank, and I'd end up with a broken heart."

Spinelli tilted his head to the side. "Do you like movies?"

She stared at him. "What?"

"Do you like movies?" he asked again, holding up his phone. "Because I've got one here that I think you might like."


The next day…

Jason woke up late and wouldn't have even gotten out of bed if he hadn't heard a knock at the door. Elizabeth was probably lounging around in bed right now, too, with that asswipe fiancé of hers. They'd probably set the date for their wedding by now. They'd be getting married, and he'd go back to randomly proposing to random women.

Fucking fabulous.

"Coming, coming," he groused when the person at the door became more insistent. It was probably Spinelli or Johnny coming to check up on him. He'd gotten stinking drunk the night before and they were probably worried that he proposed to another gold-digger.

"What the hell do you want?"

His snarl quickly died on his lips when he found Elizabeth Webber leaning against the threshold of his door. She had a pair of mini headphones on and had hooked them to her phone, and was apparently watching something on the LCD screen.

She lifted her gaze coolly to his and lifted her phone, arching a brow when his jaw dropped at the sight of his very drunken ramblings from the night before.

"Jason?"

He gulped and forced himself to meet her gaze. He was going to fucking kill Johnny and Spinelli for this one. They'd gone too far this time. "…Yeah?"

She took a small, commanding step into his penthouse and pulled the headphones out. "You wanna show me what a Mexican cartwheel is?"