May 29th Lyrics
I'm gonna fight for what's right
Today I'm speaking my mind
And if it kills me tonight
I will be ready to die
A hero's not afraid to give his life
A hero's gonna save me just in time
- Hero, Skillet
Drabble 3 Part 1
Nell Jones giggled as she stumbled through the crowded dance floor. The club was hot and loud; it was fun and she felt carefree. She was tipsy, borderline drunk, and normally she never got to this point while drinking in public, because of the danger that it provoked. Tonight she needed a release, an escape. She knew that she was safe, that she was here with her safety and security conscious friends.
She snorted in laughter as she watched a tipsy Kensi try to pull a sober Deeks to the dance floor. Deeks shook his head before pretending that Kensi had succeeded in her attempt. Nell jumped when she felt a breath on her ear and smiled when she heard Callen.
"Having fun, Nell?"
"Absolutely! The funnest!"
"How many drinks have you had?"
"Um…like…uh…I lost count."
"You're going to regret it tomorrow."
"Just another regret to add to my list."
"You have a list?"
"Yep. Dance with me, so I can mark that off."
He shook his head, but offered his hand. She took it and they found a spot on the dance floor. Although, he saw it coming, he could not prevent it. As soon as their lips merged, he tasted the alcohol, and he immediately pulled away.
"Nell, you're drunk."
"No, I'm not."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"So tomorrow, you wouldn't hesitate to kiss me?"
"Nopes. I wants to kiss you. You want to kiss me. I knows it."
"Nell, babe, you've avoided talking to me, for weeks, talking to Sam instead, having Eric talk to me. I highly doubt when you're sober you'll want to continue, so I'll forget about it, 'cause I know you will."
"Don't forgets."
"Let's just dance and we'll figure this out when you're sober."
"No! Now."
"Don't make a scene. You'll add to your list."
"I'm trying to mark things off of it, you clueless smartass."
He froze as he considered what she meant, but then remembered that she was drunk. That whatever she was saying or meant, was not something that she would normally say or mean.
"G, I like you."
"I like you, too, Nell."
"No, you don't understand. I ignore you, 'cause I like you!"
"Nell, you've had enough fun tonight. Deeks is going to take you home."
"G! I don't want Deeks!"
"Which is the reason why he is taking you home."
"I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"That you wouldn't want me."
"Nell, call me tomorrow morning, if you manage to remember tonight and want to continue this conversation."
Callen motioned Deeks over to where he was. The two sober men traded tipsy women before either woman could do something else to regret. Each ride home would turn into an inquisition and confession. Eventually, they all made it safely to their respective homes.
Often, drunken confessions and sober memories were better left forgotten, but there was hope that tonight's would merge into something full of bliss with no regrets.
The next morning, Callen would await a phone call he knew might never come.
Coming Soon to Drabbles of Nallen
Drabble 3 Part 2, Callen and Kensi's ride home.
Drabble 3 Part 3, Deeks and Nell's ride home.
Drabble 3 Part 4, The morning after; will Callen receive the phone call he wants?