A/N: This one is definitely a crack-drabble, and it's different from the others. Hope you enjoy!
Money by Pink Floyd
16. Drunk Texts
Friday-1:30 AM
Liz : You have a fuzzy head! Lol!
Red : I'm sorry Lizzie, but what do you mean?
Liz: Can I pet it?
Red: Are you drunk Lizzie, where are you?
Liz: Ew. Meera and Ressler are totes making out.
Red: Nice to know Agent Ressler can get some once in a while. Now, tell me where you are.
Liz: No.
Red: Yes.
Liz: No.
Red: Lizzie!
Liz: :( Fine...I'm at...uhhhh...oh! I'm at the Cosmo Bar on 24th and Willow Avenue.
Red: My my, Lizzie...you do have a taste for the night life.
Liz: Shut up.
Red: I'll be there in ten.
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Red: I'm here. Where are you? We need to leave immediately. Some brazen harlot just threw her thong at my face.
Liz: Lol! Who's this!?
Red: Really Lizzie? How much more have you had to drink since we last spoke?! It's Red.
Liz: Hay Red! I'm not Liz.
Red: Who is this? Where's Lizzie?
Liz: It's Ressler! Meera managed to palm her phone! We're updating her Facebook status to 'Dating an Asshole Criminal' ;D
Red: Fabulous. I'm sure she'll appreciate that wicked lie. Where's Lizzie?
Liz: She's dancing on top of the bar.
Red blanched at that and looked up towards a rather large crowd of men who were crow calling a very inebriated Lizzie. She caught sight of him and grinned wickedly.
Red: Donny, when I get ahold of you I'm going to cut all of your fingers off with a dull knife.
Liz: Bite me.
Red: You can count on that.
Liz: I'm going home with Meera now! Byye!
Red: I'll find you.
He looked up from the phone towards the bar again. His eyes widened incredulously when he saw Lizzie reach down towards her blouse and begin pulling it off.
"Move!" He snarled, shoving a man away.
A/N 2: So, what did you guys think? I thought that the songs tune would really go along with this one!