A/N This story is brought to you by my holiday weekend, my fascination with fandom's fascination with a character that was literally in one episode of the whole series, and last night on Twitter. The title comes from Copper, which Dylan Taylor is in. Even if you don't want to watch Copper, you should follow the cast on Twitter, because they are fun and will make you want to watch.
Annie laughed as she remembered that this was all Barber's idea.
Stu was back in town. Annie barely knew Stu because he accepted a transfer to the Tokyo desk soon after her arrival in the DPD, but the men of Tech Ops were excited about reuniting with their old friend, and insisted that she join in the fun.
While it wasn't unusual for Auggie and Annie to join the guys from the DPD and Tech Ops for a few drinks, this time Barber gave them a ride so Annie wouldn't have to drive. Because of this luxury, Annie imbibed a bit more than usual, encouraging Auggie to do the same. Even strangers were amazed at the couple's ability to hold down shots of cheap tequila.
They had a blast, and stumbled into Auggie's apartment after midnight.
"I never knew the CIA geek squad could be so much fun." Annie said as she leaned against the counter.
Auggie smirked as he tried to find the tray for his cane and keys. "There are still some mysteries of the DPD for you to discover."
She walked back to Auggie and placed everything in the tray for him. "Like the incredibibly uncoordinated drunked August Anderson?"
Auggie grounded himself by placing his hands on her face. "Says the woman that is talking in cursive?"
"Says she who is trying to unbelt your pants." Annie said.
"Hard to walk anywhere with my pants undone."
"Pffff. Details. Always thinking of the details." Annie said as she walked away. "Let's have a glass of wine before bed."
Auggie was about to protest, but heard Annie already operating the corkscrew and shrugged. He found his way to the couch and deposited himself unceremoniously in the middle. Soon Annie danced over and placed a glass against his hand.
"Stu is far more interesting that I remember."
"You knew him for, like, a week."
"I'm trained to read people in less than a week. I didn't read him as one to talk us into getting this plastered."
"He's shy." Auggie responded with a shrug. "He was always different at the bar than in the office. But I think Tokyo has opened him up a little, as well."
"Hm. Do you think Barber is getting laid tonight?"
"That's why we took the cab home, my dear. I hope so."
"Do you think you are getting laid tonight?" Annie asked, playfully.
"I think I'm going to bed with a very drunk, very beautiful woman."
"Who speaks cursive." She reminded him.
"I'm adding that to your file in the morning."
"We aren't going to the office in the morning." Annie reminded him.
"I'm adding cursive to your file whenever I'm back at the office. I might even hand-write it in your file. In cursive."
Annie laughed. "That would be most appropriate."
Auggie drained his wine glass and sat it in the spill tray on the coffee table. "Why are we talking about work when you could be in bed with me?"
...
Annie's mouth was incredibly dry when she woke up the next morning. She heard a recorded voice talking in the living room, and assumed this meant that Auggie had brewed coffee. Willing the world around her to stop spinning, she made her way toward the kitchen.
She stopped halfway to the coffee pot to stare at her boyfriend, who was laying flat on the hardwood floors. "Now, you see, if I did this it be incredibly dangerous." She quipped.
"The cold feels good." Auggie mumbled before turning his head so his cheek was flat against the floor.
She stepped over his body. "If you say so." Noticing the empty coffee cup by his hand, she picked it up for a refill. While she didn't recognize the audiobook that was playing, the narrator had a soothing voice that seemed perfect for the morning.
"For the record, after a night of binge drinking, you should have water before bed, not more wine." Auggie spoke from the floor.
"Yeah, well, my judgment was impaired. I didn't shove it down your throat."
"Nope. Can't believe you gave me a hangover, Walker."
"You did it all yourself, dear. I just came along for the ride."
"Can't believe Stu gave me a hangover." Auggie whined.
"At least we have the day off and can take it easy. Easy like Sunday morning."
"That song never made sense to me. As long as Sunday mornings follow Saturday evenings, they aren't going to be easy."