...LaSalle challenges you to a drinking contest.
Pairing: LaSalle x Reader
A/N: There’s not enough excuses in the world for not updating. I’m sorry. *whispers* I was writing Supernatural fanfiction and doing homework.
Pride leans down on the bar counter, gaze shifting between you and LaSalle. He’s a little worried that he’s allowing this to happen. You all have work in the morning and he really doesn’t need his two top agents hung over...
“C’mon, Chrissy.” You motion awkwardly towards the shot glass sitting before Chris, “Ya yellow? Show ma wha’ ya gat!” You’re totally slurring by the time you get to the end of that sentence.
Chris just snorts at the absurdity of your insult. He raises an eyebrow at you and goes for the shot glass. Pride winces and groans softly as Chris misses the glass on the first attempt. But, soon Chris gets the hard liquid down and triumphantly slaps the glass down.
“Yer up, Sugarcube.” Chris’ voice is a drunken purr as he leans close. You give a soft snort and a giggle, leaning in close. You two burst out laughing as your heads bump together.
Your heads together, you two can’t seem to look away from each other’s gaze. You’ll never know who moved first but suddenly you’re kissing each other needily. The effect is a little awkward given how you both keep giggling into the kiss.
“Awlright, awlright, you two.” Pride says from behind the counter, reaching forward and pulling you two apart. As he separates you, you and Chris starting laughing even harder.
You hope that one or both of you remembers this in the morning so you can pick up where you left off.