Well, this wasn't what I expected.

When I woke up this morning, I put on a tank top and jeans expecting a warm day. I would have never guessed that I would be here- drunk with a guy I just met, standing in front of his house. Who am I? What a difference 12 hours makes.

Cisco guided me up the stairs that led to an olive green door with an antique doorknob. We walked into the lobby of his apartment building and entered an elevator. He pushed the number 4 and we went up. The doors opened to an empty hallway with carpet on the floor that reminded me of a medical building. I stumbled, still wobbly on my feet. Cisco pulled me closer to him. He smells like apple juice, I thought.

When we stopped at door 405, Cisco began fidgeting through his set of keys. Finally locating the one he needed, he looked around before unlocking the door and ushering me in.

"So, this is… Cisco's lair," I said in my best attempt at a mysterious voice. Seriously, who am I?

I brushed my hand along the edge of his rustic leather couch, which I slouched into once I reached the front of it. Cisco was in the kitchen filling a glass of water. He brought it over to me.

"Is it what you expected?" he asked.

"Well," I started. "I didn't really expect to ever see it, so…"

He sat down next to me. "Good, no expectations are my favorite kind."

After taking a couple sips of water, I placed the cup down on the coffee table and got up to get a better look at Cisco's place. He had various posters framed on the wall. I had to squint to steady my vision but I was able to make out that a couple were of Iron Man. Of course Iron Man would be included on the wall of this technologically inclined individual.

"You can stay here tonight," Cisco spoke as he was watching me look around. "My place is closer than S.T.A.R. Labs from the bar. So, I figured it'd be better and a little more comfortable for your drunk ass." He smirked.

"Bit of an Iron Man fan, eh?" I asked eyeing the posters on the wall with subsequent shelves full of Iron Man paraphernalia.

He smirked. "You noticed, huh?"

"Kind of hard to miss," I noted.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything, yet." He gestured into his bedroom. "Come here."

I followed after him. His bed was undone, but I could still see his green plaid bedspread half on his mattress. There was a picture frame on his dresser of him and someone who looked like his brother in suit and tie in front of a piano. A copy of Ernest Cline's Ready Player One lay on his nightstand. I've been meaning to read that one.

"Check this out." Cisco was standing near the corner of his room next to a stand that held—

"Is that a replica of an Iron Man suit arm?"

"Oh… yeah…" He looked impressed with himself.

I stepped closer to get a better look. It was exactly like the Iron Man suit… well an arm off his suit. I reached a hand out to touch it, but Cisco smacked it away.

"No one touches the suit."

"Of course, sorry." I stepped back, resisting the urge to tell him it wasn't the whole suit. "Does it work?"

This caused Cisco to burst into laughter. "Does it work?" he scoffed. He was shaking his head. "Lena, do I look like I have a superconductor full of plasma so impossibly small with enough B to be self-contained near my heart and at the same time able to keep shrapnel away from that important organ?" His eyes, wide and questioning, bored into me.

"Uh… no?" I stared at the arm, again.

He continued, "I mean I could probably get it to work with some funding and some time, but I mean… the man's a-"

"What's B?" I interrupted his rambling.

"Physics talk for magnetic field." He responded casually.

I was notably impressed, I'm sure. I've always been a sapiosexual. Intelligence is super sexy to me, and Cisco, well… he's a sapiosexual's wet dream. I felt my cheeks flush.

"Ya see, Lena, creating a magnet field with a superconductor is a lot like starting a fire." He stepped closer to me and held my hands rubbing them together quickly. "It takes a good bit of energy to get the fire started, but once it's burning the occasional tinder keeps it going."

Cisco stopped his demonstration and studied my eyes. I found myself staring back at him leaving my hands resting in his. If I understood his explanation, there's enough energy between us to keep us burning all night. I feared my palms were sweaty as my heart was pounding. He leaned closer into me and before I could say 1.21 gigawatts, he planted a gentle kiss on my lips. Our hands laced, as the kiss grew less gentle. But before anything could advance, he released our hands and stepped back.

"Uh… did you notice my other posters in the living room?" he asked awkwardly.

I eyed him suspiciously, but took the bait anyway. "No, the Iron Man love was too overwhelming." He escorted me towards the door of his bedroom. I continued walking even after I didn't feel his urging hand on my back. I started looking around at the walls and noticed he hadn't joined me yet. I could hear him muttering quietly to himself in his room. His abrupt break of our kiss was weird, but not the first time he's done it tonight. Maybe he is confused whether I'm controlling his actions or if they are his own. This pathokensesis is a real drag sometimes.

A few moments past before he joined me in the room. "I realized I hadn't made my bed. You must think I'm a slob."

"Who makes their beds?" I decided to play devil's advocate, knowing that was a terrible lie. "You're only going to unmake the bed later on, right? Why waste the energy?"

He laughed nervously. "Finally," he crossed his arms over his chest. "Someone who thinks like me."

I sat back down on the couch and sipped my water I had left on the coffee table earlier. Cisco settled in next to me. Feeling sleepy, I placed my glass back down and rested my head on his shoulder. He stroked my hair as I curled into him. Our close proximity, though only meeting today, felt normal—natural even. Maybe it was the liquid courage, but my pulse reacted to the edges of our bodies touching and I couldn't stop myself from feeling more of him. I traced my hand up his chest to close the spaces between us. Before I could stop my body, my hand was on his cheek and my face was a breath's distance from his.

He watched my lips draw closer to his. I smiled as I closed the space between my lips and his. I could feel his breath against my skin, but at the last second, he turned his head away. "You're drunk, Lena."

"I'm not drunk," I lied. My fingers trailed over his lips, tracing their outline. "You have beautiful lips." I puckered them. "I just want to kiss them again." Our lips were about to touch, again, until Cisco held me back. I could see the battle that was happening in his mind. He closed his eyes. "Lena, I think you should go to bed."

I smiled slyly, "Will you join me?" I was tugging at his hand, pouting. He shook his head as though brushing off the devil on his shoulder. "You should sleep." He lifted up my glass of water again. "Finish this while I find you something more comfortable to wear." I suppose jeans aren't the best option for sleeping. I did as he said, finishing the glass of water.

Cisco came back with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "They'll probably be a little big. You can change in the—"

I had already pulled my top off and was now working on the button of my jeans. I looked up in frustration because the button was being difficult. Cisco's face was agape. "Or here is good too," he stuttered. I was tugging at the waist on my jeans since I gave up on the button. "Can you help me?" I asked.

Cisco rubbed a hand over his face. "Uh, su-sure." Once he stopped in front of me, his eyes swept down my figure to the button. His fingers felt warm against my skin as he worked. It opened with ease. His hand kept going, unzipping my stubborn jeans, but his hand froze, quickly moving to cover his eyes. He turned around. Tossing me the sweatpants and shirt, he said, "I'll give you some privacy." He started walking away. "In fact, I'm just gonna… go over here." He bumped into the wall near the kitchen. "Ow!" he yelped. With that, he disappeared into the kitchen, fumbling through plates and pantries. "Hungry?" he shouted out to me.

"I could eat," I called back. Truth be told food sounds like a good idea. It might help me sober up a bit.

I picked up the forest green shirt he gave me. I squinted in an attempt to tame my buzzed vision to read the lettering on the shirt. It read "Entropy Happens" in white bold letters. I laughed in spite of myself at how accurately that fit my life description at the moment. Very funny, Cisco, I thought. I slipped on the shirt and the grey sweatpants and sat down waiting for Cisco to finish up with whatever he was doing in the kitchen. After a few moments of shuffling through shelves and cabinets, he peeked his head out of the kitchen with a hand still covering his eyes. "Done?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's safe now," I announced.

He presented what hid behind his back. "Oreos?"

"Am I human? Of course. Only robots would say no to Oreos."

He sat down next to me, opening the Oreos on the coffee table in front of us. He dug in and grabbed two of the black cookies with delicious frosting smushed in the middle. I followed suit. We both munched on our cookies in silence. I folded my legs on the couch indian style, getting comfortable. I grabbed a couple more cookies, consuming them eagerly. "Thanks for the clothes," I said.

"No prob. Are you feeling better now?" he studied me.

"A little less woozy. I think the water helped and the cookies aren't hurting." I was lying slightly. Remnants of the alcohol still coursed through my veins, but I'm starting to get a hold of my inhibitions. I suppose that is a good thing, although the events of the night are starting to flood my mind, which is making me woozy again. Thankfully, I am not one to throw up when I'm drunk.

"Actually, I probably should try to sleep now… Thanks for the Oreos." I paused waiting for my sleeping assignment.

"Of course." Cisco pointed to the open door behind us. "You can sleep in my room."

"Are you sure? I can sleep on the couch, no problem."

He shook his head. "No way, guests get the bed."

I smiled. "Thanks."

I traipsed over to his room and tucked myself in. After tossing and turning for about a half hour as the events of my day began to unfold, I still doubted that any of this even happened. For all I knew, I'd wake up tomorrow in my own bed realizing this was all a dream. Sleep slowly started to take hold, so I resolved I to file away all that has happened under "for another time," and drifted off into a drunken slumber.