Authors' Notes: We apologize for the delay in posting, but as stated in the previous chapter we've had some set backs this week on the progress of the next part after this one. So if we don't post another chapter for a couple of days don't sweat it, we're not stopping. Promise. :)

Now then, pull out your shot glasses and get comfortable.

Charissa laughed, "You and me both, Hannibal. I hear it more than you do and I see him less often." Murdock's words made her arched a brow however, "You seriously just suggested a drinking game? You really do hang around Face way too much."

Murdock lifted up a glass, "Come on! It'll be fun!"

Face grinned, "I'm a great influence, aren't I?"

"I don't want a good influence, I want Faceman!"

"I'm not saying no… I haven't done a drinking game in… well… it's been a while." She admitted leaving out some details obviously, "So what will be the premise?"

Murdock thought about that, "I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. What's on tv?" He picked up the remote control.

Hannibal smiled and got a few bottles from the mini-bar and some shot glasses.

Charissa's brows rose as Hannibal got out the bottles and the shot glasses, "Wow Hannibal, you surprise me." She looked at Face and then back at the Colonel, "Well he had to learn it from somewhere I suppose." She said with a shrug.

"Oh believe me, I taught him many things." Hannibal nodded.

Face scowled and took a glass as Murdock flipped back and forth between shows.

She took a glass as well, and cocked her head to the side as she studied the older man for a moment or two, "You know… suddenly I'm really turned on right now." She shook her head and coughed, "Anyways, so what's the game Boss man?"

Hannibal arched an eyebrow and chuckled, "Just stick with Face. I'm sure he's more than enough for you."

Face rolled his eyes, "We are not talking about that marathon, Hannibal."

"What, the one where I outlasted - "

"Marathon?" She looked between the two of them like she was seeing both for the first time, "Too late." She glanced at Face before turning her attention to Hannibal, "I want to hear about this. You have my full, complete and undivided attention, sir." She said with a smirk.

Hannnibal gave her a little doting smile, "Maybe some day. When you're older." He said, in a very satisfied tone of voice, before turning to Murdock, "I think that one will do nicely."

"This show?" He'd turned it to The Big Bang Theory.

She shrugged, "I'll just get it out of Face later. I have ways of making the man sing like a canary." She stated with a smooth wink before turning to eye the television, "Oh this should be interesting."

"I am not telling you anything about that." Face grumbled. "So...what are we drinking at?"

Murdock nodded, "Every time Sheldon makes a socially inappropriate comment, take a shot. Every time he says it and means it, take two shots. Every time Penny says something that make the nerds cringe, take a shot. Every time she says something insightful, take two." He pointed to another character on screen, "Every time they reference a comic series, take a shot. Every time they act or dress up like them, take two. And every time they'd rather nerd out than have sex..." Murdock grinned, "Chug."

"You will or I'll deny you certain sexual gratifications." She informed him before Murdock informed them of the rules of the game, "Something tells me we should screw using shot glasses and each of us just take a bottle." She snagged the vodka before either man had the chance, eyed the screen and took two drinks as two of the actors came out in some sort of comic character outfits right off the bat.

By the end of the half-hour show, all of them were laughing at nothing and having a bit of trouble standing.

"You know - " Murdock cleared his throat, "You know, Faceman, we should go for a walk - clear - clear the air? Night air in our heads?" He wondered.

"I think you mean," Hannibal clarified, drunk but holding it much better than the others, "a walk in the night air will clear your head."

"What he said!"

She hadn't drank that much in a long time. She eyed the vodka bottle in her hand that was very close to empty and sat it down with a giggle, "That was fun." She stood up and then stumbled forward and rested against the wall, "Yeah… some night sounds nice." She almost slid down the wall, but stopped herself, "I mean some air. Shit. I think I'm a little drunk." She was surprised however at the fact she could balance still on the skinny heels of her shoes.

"C'mon." Face helped her to her feet, rather unsteady himself. "Let's go." he grinned, leading her down the hallway.

Murdock shook his head, "Shouldn...shouldn't we go with them?"

Hannibal relaxed against the bed and poured himself another shot, "I think...we should see what happens when they get back."

She leaned against him, snickering as they walked down the hall, "I forgot how fun it is to be drunk." She smirked and hit the elevator button before practically climbing onto him and kissing him deeply, her legs wrapping around his middle. The elevator doors dinged open and a few people filed out, a few of them making small coughing sounds and others just chalking it up to the fact they were in Vegas as she disengaged herself from him and pulled him into the elevator with her by his tie.

"Mmm, I remember." Face grinned as they wandered into the elevator. He hit the "down" arrow and giggled, then turned to her and pointed, "Dowwwwn we go."

She laughed and pushed him back against the wall of elevator, kissing him again. Each time the doors opened, the people waiting to get on simply decided to wait for the next one. Finally they reached the lobby and she stumbled with him through the casino and towards the large glass doors that would take them outside.

"Where...where should we go first?" Face mused. He stared at all the blinking bright lights and then led her down towards them, "Next stop...Lost - Las Vegas!"

She shrugged, " I dunno… don't care. We can go anywhere." She laughed, tossing her head back, "Hey I'm a poet and I didn't know it." She giggled and kept an arm around him tightly so she wouldn't fall over.

"Don't start rhyming, pleeease." he groaned as they walked on. They passed waving neon signs and thousands of tourists, happy and blissful.

The lights, the tourists, the attractions all became a blur and then there was blissful darkness.

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