"Kensi… Kensi… Kensi!"
"Huh, what?"
"Are you drunk?"
She giggled. Damn, I love that sound.
"Yeah, maybe just a little bit."
"So, how'd you get in my bed?" I knew she'd gone out with Nell and Rose, but I didn't expect to find her here when I got home from walking Monty.
"I'm not really sure," she said, slurring her words. "I was too drunk to drive, so I took a cab. I gave them my address, but they brought me here."
Drunk Kensi thinks she lives here? I liked the sound of that.
"So lemme get this straight, you got drunk, and told the cab driver you lived here."
"I guess," she said, her eyes drifting around.
Yep. She's drunk alright.
"Anything else you wanna tell me while you're drunk?"
"Hmmm….," she hummed. "I think I want to live with you."
I smiled. "I wanna live with you too. But, sober Kensi might not agree. Ask me again when you're not laughing like a 12 year old."
"Sober Kensi will agree. She's just not as bold."
"I think she's perfect."
Even drunk Kensi smiled at that one.