PROMPT:

"Alison gets really drunk after 5x10, and calls Emily, who answers because she's sick of Ali calling so much. To her surprise, she realizes Ali is drunk and goes over to take care of Ali. Ali sobers up a little at some point and kisses Emily again, saying she misses Em, and then stuff gets steamy/they make out all night?"

"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the waaaaall, ninety-nine bottles of b-b-beeer! 'Dake one down, pass it 'round, ninety-nine -wait, wait- ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall!" Alison DiLaurentis drunkenly slurred out to an empty room, her normally beautiful singing voice sounding quite hilarious instead.

The blonde frowned; possibly annoyed by the fact that no one was clapping and congratulating her on her performance, or possibly because her beer bottle was empty. Either way, she pulled her iPhone out of the empty fish tank -long story- and scrolled through her contacts until reached the name 'Emily 3'.

Roughly tapping the screen, Alison pressed call, and held the phone up to her ear as she turned her empty beer bottle upside-down and attempted to shake a drop of the bitter liquid onto her tongue— unsuccessfully, may I add.

Buzz, buzz, buzz…

Emily Fields sent an irritated glare down at her vibrating phone, as if doing so would cause the blonde on the other end to stop calling her.

Alison had been calling Emily for the past ten minutes after their fight the night before, and Emily was on the verge of pulling her hair out when the phone finally stopped buzzing. Letting out a relived sigh, Emily placed the phone on her bedside table and placed her face into the pillow, attempted to get some sleep now that the blonde has stopped calling her.

She was beginning to drift off into unconsciousness when her house phone began to ring. Emily let it ring, her teeth grinding together knowing that it was Alison who was calling her. Finally, it stopped, but a message began playing in place of the ringing.

"Emmmmilyyy," The blonde on the other end of the phone slurred, "Annnswer the phoooneee." Emily let out an aggravated huff; the other girl was drunk. "C'mon, Emmmm, I'm home alone and I-I'm scurred… What if -A comes back..?"

Emily bit her lip, debating what to do. She was furious with the blonde right now, but the fact that it was possible that someone could very well attack Alison again in her inebriated states was nagging at her. Ultimately, she decided that she could put aside her annoyance at the blonde for one moment to answer the phone.

"What do you want, Alison?" Emily questioned, her house phone now pressed up against her ear.

On the other end Alison smiled drunkenly, "Emmm! Hey, I was jus' calling yooou!"

Emily found herself smiling slightly at Alison's drunkenness; the blonde always was an adorable drunk once she had had too much to drink. "I know," She replied. "Listen, I'm going to come over; get you sobered up."

That hadn't been the original plan at all.

She only wanted to tell Alison to stop calling her and to try and get sobered up— not that she was going to come over and help her.

It was all Alison's fault, Emily decided bitterly, the blonde was a major weakness to Emily and the thought of Alison being hurt sent a shiver of rage down her spine… Emily would just stay until Alison was sober, that's all…

"Yaaayy!" Alison cheered on the other end of the line, causing another amused smile to light up Emily's face. Yes, drunk Alison certainly was adorable.

Staring down at the empty beer bottle in her hand, Alison felt soberness beginning to fall on her— or at least, she was sober enough that she had some self control. Some being the key word there, because Alison was still very much acting on impulse instead of rationality.

Hearing the door open, Alison's face lit up -not even pausing for a second to think that it could be anyone other than Emily- and the blonde ran out to her porch to greet the taller girl. "Emmm!" Alison attacked her with a hug, taking Emily off guard as Alison wrapped her arms around her.

"Uh, let's go sit down, Ali…" Emily suggesting, untangling herself from Alison and leading the blonde into her family room.

Noticing several beer bottles thrown astray, Emily sent a disapproving glance down at Alison, who innocently met Emily's eyes, causing the taller girl to roll her own eyes. "Really, Ali?"

Alison shrugged in response. "I missed you."

The confession took Emily off guard, and made her feel slightly guilty that she was the cause of Alison's drinking. "Well than you shouldn't have told the police; we'd be having a different discussion if you hadn't."

"C'mon, Em! Let go for once, have fun!"

"Alison-"

As Emily began to object to Alison's statement, the blonde pressed her lips against Emily's, kissing her quite wonderfully, despite her drunkenness. Emily kissed back for a moment, turning her head to deepen the kiss, before remembering exactly who she was kissing, and where she was, and pulling away, looking at the blonde with an incredulous expression.

"I love you, Em!"

"You're drunk, Alison, you don't know what you're saying."

Alison frowned. "Drunk words are sober thoughts," She explained to Emily, who sighed in response. "You don't have to do this tomorrow, but I want you to myself tonight, Em, before you all turn against me."

Emily searched Alison's eyes, looking for any sign of deceit. Finding none, Emily reluctantly nodded, leaning in to kiss Alison, the blonde responding eagerly, both quickly getting lost in the passion.

"I love you, Emily…" Alison repeated again, and this time, Emily said it back.