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Lucy considered herself a responsible person. Especially when it came to alcohol. So, how she ended up here, going shot for shot with Tim and Nyla, was still a little bit of a mystery to her. It might've had a little something to do with a certain detective who was smirking at her from across the bar, but if you asked, Lucy would've blamed it on the day she had (not that she could even remember the last 24 hours at this point).
"Okay, Luce, I think it's time to take a breather." A soft hand placed itself on her arm, the cool touch a nice contrast against Lucy's burning skin. When Lucy began to protest, Angela chuckled lightly before leaning in a little closer. "Come on Princess, get some air with me. Please?"
Princess?
Lucy swallowed hard and let herself get pulled out of the bar stool. When Angela's arm wrapped around her waist, Lucy felt her knees go weak, causing the detective to pull her even closer. As the two made their way to the door, Tim and Nyla shared a knowing glance, finally putting down their shots. Jackson gestured towards one of the untouched glasses and Tim gave an 'all yours' hand gesture.
"Is this water?" Jackson asked after downing the liquid.
Laughter erupted from the two T.Os. "And they have been for the last three rounds," Nyla added through chuckles. John and Jackson glanced at each other, the two of them more confused than ever before, but their T.Os offered no clarification. They only shared a fist pump.
Outside, Lucy was leaning up against the wall, head tilted back, staring up at the sky. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if letting the entire world know that there were a million thoughts floating around her head. Angela stared at her with an amused smile, but she didn't say a word. Instead, she exhaled softly, before slipping into the spot next to Lucy, mirroring the younger girl's actions.
Silence remained between them, and Angela began counting the stars above them. Just as she started to connect the stars and create the mental pictures, she felt a sudden warmth near her. Before she could turn her head, a warm hand slipped into hers. Seconds later, a heavy head landed on her shoulder.
"Oof," Angela couldn't help but let out a sudden noise of surprise. A light giggle met her ears, and she felt a soft smile spreading across her own face.
"Your shoulder's comfy," Lucy mumbled, words even more muffled as Lucy practically burrowed into Angela's blazer. "But why are your hands so cold."
It was a question, but Lucy framed it as a statement, and Angela had no answer. Especially not when Lucy was using both her hands to wrap Angela's within hers. Still not satisfied with how cold the older woman's hands were, Lucy lifted her head off of Angela's shoulder and brought her hands towards her face. A cloud of warm air hit Angela's hand as Lucy gently exhaled onto it.
Angela couldn't help but stare. There was something in those brown eyes that she couldn't get enough of. Just as Angela was about to force herself to look away, those brown eyes met hers, and Angela practically felt her heart skip a beat.
"Why are you staring at me?"
The words were soft, but Angela's response was even softer. "You're cute when you're drunk." Lucy flushed at the words, and Angela swore that she didn't imagine the quick glance at her lips.
"I'm not cute," Lucy protested, pouting slightly. "Arrest me, but make it sexy."
Angela couldn't help but laugh at the sudden musical outburst. It was so on brand for the younger woman. Not just the musical touch, but her ability to make people laugh. It was one of the qualities that Angela loved about her.
Hold up. Love?
Before Angela could further explore that thought, her mind suddenly went blank. Lucy's face was near inches from hers, eyes searching for any spec of hesitation. Every rationale part of Angela's mind was begging her not to give in. Fortunately for Lucy, Angela's always been an impulsive person.
Screw it.
Lucy let out a small noise of surprise when Angela's lips met hers, but she felt her entire body relax as she felt a cool hand against her cheek. When Angela finally pulled away, Lucy instinctively leaned in closer in an attempt to follow. The older woman chuckled, and Lucy felt her cheeks flush.
"Well that was something."
"A good something?" Lucy whispered, the hesitation in her voice made Angela's heart ache.
Not trusting her words just yet, Angela opted to press a soft kiss against Lucy's forehead. She watched as the hesitation melted away, those brown eyes filling with a different emotion.
"I told you she had feelings for Lucy," Jackson cheered, sticking his hand out to John. "Jackson: 1, Nolan: 0."
"How did I not see this coming?" John asked, begrudgingly placing a $20 bill in the outstretched hand.
"I have a great gaydar, what can I say."
"Okay, that's just not fair," John jokingly complained.
"Speaking of unfair," Grey interrupted. "I do not want to even think about the amount of paperwork I've got to fill out now."
The group shared a laugh as they stared over at the window, the two women still staring up at the sky. Lucy's head was once again resting on Angela's shoulder, Angela's head resting atop. What the group couldn't see was the arm still wrapped around Lucy's waist, showing no indication of letting go anytime soon.