Disclaimer: The Big Bang Theory characters do not belong to me.
Author's Note: Whee. Another chapter. Hopefully I'll finish today!
D is for Drunk
"Sheldor!" Penny shrieked, lying sprawled out on Sheldon's usual spot on the couch, holding a glass of some alchoholic drink in her hand. "I'm on zero!" Her words were mumbled and slurred, but her eyes were bright again.
Blinking confusedly, Sheldon looked up at Penny from the floor. His back was leaning against the couch, and for once he didn't care that Penny was in his spot. He was just glad she wasn't locked in her dark place. "Yes, you are. Point (0,0,0,0), to be exact." His gaze was warm as he watched a goofy grin spread on her face.
She giggled. "I'm queen Penelope, and you'll do as I say!"
"Yes, your majesty. Your wish is my command."
Leaning forward so her face was peering over him and into his eyes, Penny stuck out her tongue at Sheldon. "You'll be court jester, Sheldor. Yes. Yes you will. A jester's like a clown."
He nodded, not getting exhasperated as he usually would.
Sheldon went rigid when he felt her moist mouth press against his forehead. Penny made a big "muah" sound as she brought her lips away from his skin.
He knew Penny liked kissing people when she was drunk.
But he still liked it.