Chapter 54
“I told you it wasn’t me,” Lucky said, looking away from her, at the TV. “So, who was it?”
“Who was what?” Liz asked, also looking at the television.
“Who did you remember shoving their tongue down your throat?”
She shrugged. “Probably Jason.”
“So I guess that means I kiss different than him?” he asked, turning to look at her again.
“Uh huh,” she responded, still staring at the TV.
“Different good, or different bad?”
“Um, good, I guess,” she muttered. “Hey, I’ve never seen this one before!”
Lucky turned to see what she was watching, already forgetting their conversation. “It’s ‘Friends,’ how can you have never seen it?”
“Well, obviously, I’ve seen ‘Friends’ before, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen this episode!” she answered, sliding off the bed and crawling closer to the TV. Lucky followed, sitting on the floor behind her. She leaned back against him, nearly knocking him over, but he manged to brace himself by leaning back on his hands.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this one. It was one of the season finales!”
She leaned her head back to look up at him and giggled. “You’re upside down.”
“No, you are,” he answered, laughing. She stuck her tongue out at him, then looked back at the TV. “Which season?”
“I don’t know, either last one or the one before. It’s the one when...”
“Ah, ah!” she yelled, cutting him off. “Don’t tell me, I want to be surprised.”
Lucky laughed. “But if you’ve seen it since, you already know.”
“Actually, I can’t remember anything right now. I don’t even remember their names. Which one is Russ?”
“Ross. He’s the tall one.”
“Oh, right, I remember now. And the girl is Rachel, right?”
“Yep.”
“See, I remember!” she said happily, shifting her weight to get more comfortable. A minute later she pointed at the screen. “Which one’s that?”
“Ross, remember?” he asked, laughing.
She looked up at him again. “Did we cover that already?”
“Uh huh.”
She giggled again. “I can see up your nose.”
Lucky laughed and pushed her head so she was looking forward again. “Stop looking at me and watch the show.”
Liz crossed her arms in front of her and pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“I am too!” he said sitting up slightly and nearly toppling her over. He had to wrap his arms around her to keep her from falling, noticing for the first time that she was wearing just her bra. Somehow he had forgotten that he had taken her shirt off before.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder and sighed. “If you were fun, we wouldn’t be sitting in this room watching old reruns.”
“Oh, so what would we be doing?” he asked.
“That,” she answered, pointing at the TV. “That looks like fun.”
“Sure, if you’re in Vegas! Do you know how far away that is?”
“I don’t care. I want to go there. See, look, doesn’t that look like fun?”
Lucky looked up at the screen and laughed. “Elizabeth, they just got married! And they’re both drunk.”
“So are we,” she said, looking up at him mischievously. “Come on, I’m bored!” She sat forward and turned around to face him. “Just think about it, how funny would it be if we showed up back in Port Charles married? Luke would die!”
Lucky chuckled and shook his head. He knew it was silly, but her enthusiasm was contagious, and any semblance of sanity he had went out the door long ago. “All right, if I have to take you to Vegas and marry you to prove I’m fun, then that’s what I’m going to do!”
She squealed and clapped her hands. “Yay! How are we going to get there?”
He stood up and stumbled over to the phone. “I’ll just have my plane take us.”
“Plane?” she asked, crawling over to him, afraid to stand up. “You have, like, your own plane?”
He sat on the bed and dialed. “Yeah, all us big rock stars have them,” he joked. He quickly rattled off instructions to whoever answered the phone, somehow managing to sound sober. When he hung up, he turned back to Liz and grinned. “Now we just have to get to the airport.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure neither of us can drive right now,” she said, laying down on the floor and staring up at the ceiling. “If this was Star Trek, Scotty could beam us there.”
Lucky laughed and slid onto the floor next to her. “You’re so drunk.”
“Oh, and you’re not?” she asked, reaching up and poking him in the ribs.
“I never said that. I’m just not silly like you are.”
“You mean taking me to Las Vegas so we can get married isn’t silly?” she joked, her finger still on his chest.
“No, it’s probably more like insane, but I stopped thinking straight hours ago. Anyway, it was your idea, I’m just going along with it.”
“I guess that means the idea of marrying me doesn’t repulse you?” she teased, all the alcohol in her system giving her a boldness she never had before.
“Not when I’m this drunk,” he said, grinning. “Actually, even if I was sober, it probalby wouldn’t, although I’d never admit it.”
“Hm, me too,” she mumbled, staring at his lips, remembering the way he had kissed her before. “Or is it me neither?”
“I don’t know,” he said, staring at her intently, his skin tingling as she rested her palm against his chest. “I was never very good at grammar.”
“Who cares about grammar?” she asked, suddenly wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him down on top of her, kissing him feverishly. He moaned slightly and cupped her face in his hands as they rolled onto their sides, returning her kisses with a passion he had never felt before, and he wasn’t sure that it was only because of the alcohol. There was something else there, deep down, that was making him do it.
Liz pulled away, gasping for air. “Sorry, no impulse control anymore. I’m like that girl from ‘Buffy’.”
“Huh?” he asked, still reeling. “What girl?”
“That other slayer-chick. What was it again? Oh yeah. ‘Want, take, have.’ That’s what she used to say.”
Lucky chuckled. “You can remember that, but you can’t remember which one is Ross?”
“Funny, isn’t it?” She sat up slightly, leaning on her elbows, and looked over at him. “How do we get to the airport?”
Lucky sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “Cab, I guess. The storm died down, so that’s good.” He reached for the phone and called the front desk to get the number for a cab company, then called for a car to be sent. He hung up and looked down at Liz, who was still laying on the floor, watching him like a lioness stalking her pray. “It’ll be here in fifteen minutes.” He cocked his head to the side and frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
She pushed herself into a sitting position and motioned for him to lean closer. When he did, she brought her face within inches of his and whispered, “want,” before attacking his lips again.
