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Waverly drank, but she was rarely drunk. Tonight however she was drinking like Wynonna. A stressful few days had left her needing a night of letting loose. But unfortunately she didn't quite have Wynonna's iron liver. So a few drinks and a few more led her here. Drunk dialing a certain officer of the law.
Waverly is sat outside Shorty's with her phone in one hand and Officer Haught's card in the other. Waverly can't help but smile at the memory of how she got it. Honestly any reminder of a certain officer makes her smile. She starts typing the number into her phone. It's late enough that no one's around to stop her except her compromised coordination. With a triumphant hah she finally does get the right number typed in. After a few rings someone picks up.
“Hello?” answers the groggy voice of Nicole Haught.
“Heeey officer hottie,” Waverly slurs loudly into the phone.
“Waverly?” Nicole asks, now more confused and awake.
“Yup,” she responds, popping the p.
“Are you drunk?”
“Yup,” she repeats with a giggle.
“Where are you?” Nicole asks. Waverly can hear the sound of rustling from Nicole's end of the phone.
“Shorty's, but I'd rather be wherever you are.”
“I'm in bed like most people would be at three thirty in the morning,”
“Exactly,”
There's a minute of dead air before Nicole sighs, “I'm coming to get you. Stay there.”
“Okay,” Waverly responds, “See you soon Haught stuff.”
With that Waverly hangs up. She'll probably die of embarrassment when she sobers up, but for now she's too drunk and happy to care.
Soon Nicole pulls up in a truck. When she hops out and comes around the truck Waverly sees her. Instead of her usual uniform she's in what Waverly figures is her pajamas, shorts and a tank top, plus a pair of boots. Waverly enjoys the sight of Nicole with her hair down looking like she just rolled out of bed. Which, to be fair, she did.
Waverly wants to run her fingers through Nicole's hair, it looks so soft, but the world is spinning too much and she is too far away.
So instead Waverly excitedly throws her hands up and shouts. "You came!"
Nicole shakes her head and smiles before responding, "Of course I did."
Waverly smiles widely at Nicole. Of course she did. They'd talked twice, but Waverly had no doubt in her mind she'd be there when Waverly needed her.
Nicole reaches out a hand to Waverly who immediately grabs it. Nicole hoists her up, slightly overestimating the needed force as Waverly slams into her. She stumbles back a step, but keeps steady.
"You okay?" Nicole asks Waverly.
The legitimate concern in her voice makes Waverley feel all warm inside. Waverly's about to answer when she looks up and notices how close they are. Any response dies on her tongue. Nicole seems to notice the proximity as well. Waverly is basically hanging off Nicole as she tries to keep her upright. Waverly's never been so happy to be unable to walk. Though the world seems to spin a little less in Nicole's steady arms. Even if her heart has picked up the pace a bit.
Nicole's mouth has gone dry and for once she's speechless as she looks unblinkingly into Waverly's eyes. Her breathing is shaky as she can feel Waverly against her. She sees Waverly's eyes flick down quickly. And if Waverly wasn't drunk things might have gone differently. But instead of doing what she'd wanted to do since first meeting her Nicole quickly takes a step back, ducking her head.
“Um, I should probably be getting you home. I'm sure Wynonna's wondering where you are,” Nicole says.
“Yeah,” Waverly responds quietly, the spell broken and the world spinning again.
Nicole helps Waverly get in the truck. Despite that dash of cold water Waverly's still walking like a baby deer on ice. Once they're both buckled in Nicole starts up the truck. They drive silently. Nicole intently keeping her eyes on the road and Waverly quickly falling asleep next to her. During the trip Waverly ends up leaning against Nicole, her head on Nicole's shoulder.
Stopping at a stop sign Nicole looks down at the dozing Waverly on her shoulder. She's completely conked out and drooling a little. Nicole smiles to herself before turning back to the road. As she starts driving when she hears Waverly grumble and shift. She sleepily drapes her arm across Nicole's midsection causing her to not so gently slam her foot down on the gas peddle. The truck shoots forward and Waverly is yanked back by the seat belt. She yelps as she gets ripped back to consciousness. The truck jerks to a stop as Nicole hits the breaks.
“What's going on?” Waverly asks, grumpy at having been woken.
“Nothing,” Nicole says quickly.
“But...” Waverly starts, but is cut off.
“Everything's fine, go back to sleep,” Nicole says, hands at ten and two and eyes ahead.
Waverly opens her mouth to argue, but decides to let it go. Soon she's back asleep. They make it to the Earp residence without further incident. Pulling up in front of the house Nicole kills the truck.
She hops out and walks around to Waverly's side. Nicole opens the door carefully, not wanting to wake her again. Nicole has to get her into the house, but she just can't bring herself to wake her. She's too adorable all tuckered out like that. Figuring it the only logical thing to do Nicole gently scoops her up, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her upper body. Waverly immediately nestles into Nicole's neck. Nicole's breath catches and she has to wait a moment for her heart to stop fluttering. Something about this feels both breathtaking and familiar. Like they've done this a hundred times, but it always feels like the first time.
Nicole carries Waverly up to the door before realizing a little dilemma. She has no keys and her hands are full with the dozing Earp. Hoping Wynonna is home, and won't kill her, Nicole rings the bell. A few moments pass before the door swings open revealing a very sleepy and irate Wynonna. Her glower dissipates a little upon seeing what's on the other side of the door. It's not every day you see an officer of the law in her pajamas carrying your unconscious sister.
“Hey Wynonna,” Nicole says awkwardly.
“Officer,” Wynonna responds, her brows furrowed as she tries to sort out the scene before her.
“Waverly had a bit too much to drink and called me,” Nicole offers as explanation, shrugging awkwardly.
Wynonna nods before sighing and moving to the side. Nicole steps in past Wynonna, careful not to bump Waverly on the door frame. It occurs to Nicole that she's never actually been to Waverly's home. Who would've thought her first visit would be at four in the morning carrying a passed out Waverly bridal style.
“Door at the end of the hall. I'm going back to bed. Show yourself out,” Wynonna tosses over her shoulder before heading down the hall and into her room. She sticks her back out to ask, “Is she okay?”
“Yeah, just going to have a wicked hangover tomorrow.”
With a nod and a good night Wynonna disappears into her room.
Nicole walks to the end of the hall and pushes the door open. The room is mostly full of boxes since Waverly only recently moved in. A bed sits in the middle of the room. Nicole gently sets Waverly on it. Waverly grumbles a little at the loss of contact, but settles as Nicole drapes a blanket over her.
After taking off Waverly's shoes and setting them on the floor Nicole leaves the room. Walking back down the hall Nicole goes to the kitchen. She grabs a glass of water before scribbling a quick note. Nicole brings the water and the note to Waverly's room. She sets them on her bedside table before heading for the door. With a final fond glance Nicole leaves.
Hopping in her truck Nicole chuckles to herself. Tonight went nothing like she expected and she's going to be tired in the morning, but Waverly's worth some lost sleep. She'll need a lot of coffee tomorrow though. Maybe cappuccino.