The one successful drabble I wrote today

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Or "successful"...

Prompt: One-Night Stand
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing/Characters: Liz/British Pantomime Genius Wesley Snipes
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: not many
For: This atrocity
Spoilers: through the latest ep


After several glasses of her table's communal champagne, then a few open-bar mixed drinks while Floyd danced with his deer-like bride, Liz was drunkly sullen.

And, she realized, engaged. And it was a weekend evening, so..."familiar relations" wouldn't entirely be out of order.

Just this once. While really drunk. Because if she was marrying this guy, she was going to have a lot of headaches.

Liz pulled Wesley aside from the dance and whisper-slurred, "Say Colin Firth words to me."

"Beg pardon: who's Colin Firth?" Wesley asked.

"Ugh, you are the worst, Liz groused. "Do you want to get on this or not?"

"Well, well, you certainly get saucy when you're tipsybubbles...wait, are you talking about the gent who was in A Thousand Acres?"

Liz French-kissed him just to get him to shut up.

Later, as Wesley removed her Spanx while kissing his way (very effectively) around her kneecap, he said, "Now, lie back and think of England."

Liz almost said she hated him, but she had to admit that was a little funny.

God, at least she hoped he was trying to be funny.