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12 July 2007 @ 11:43 pm
Intoxicated Valentines [30 Rock; Jack/Liz]  
TITLE: Intoxicated Valentines (OR: The Importance of Sobriety on the Fourteenth of February)
CHAPTER TWO: Choppy and Hazy
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Jack/Liz
SPOILERS: Season one
RATING: PG for now!
SUMMARY:


*****

Liz made it to work around noon... give or take a few minutes. Or, an hour. For her writing staff, one would think her late arrival was nothing out of the ordinary -- they just barely looked up from their brainstorming session over one of Lutz's commercial parodies. For that, Liz was thankful. She could spend the rest of the day in her office, pretending to be busy, while nursing the worst hangover in recorded history.

She shut herself in her office and tossed her purse and jacket onto her sofa (but kept her scarf on because of the heinous purple hickey that refused to hide behind half a bottle of cover-up). When she turned toward her desk, she stopped. There sat a bouquet of red Gerbera daisies, the Gerbera daisies she'd received from her secret admirer yesterday only to find out at the end of the day that Jack just sent them to her because he felt bad that no one else had any intention of sending her flowers. It had been a nice gesture nonetheless, and had weakened her resolve just enough that she accepted his dinner invitation ("Not a date, Lemon, dinner," he'd made sure to remind her).

She remembered Jack taking her to the Rainbow Room. She remembered being extremely giddy because she'd never been to the Rainbow Room, and Jack apparently had a "usual" table there. She remembered the wine had been fantastic. There had been dancing. She hadn't wanted to dance but Jack had been like, "Lemon, when you go to the Rainbow Room, you have to dance," and then she had been all, "But Jack, I really don't want to dance," and... the point was, he somehow got her to dance.

The rest of the night was choppy and far off, like a dream... coming back to her in bits and pieces. They hadn't just stayed at the Rainbow Room, she remembered that much. She vaguely remembered being in a bar at some point -- a classy rich-people bar, but a bar nonetheless.

And then things got choppy and hazy once again. Liz groaned and put her head down on her desk, just wanting to know what the hell happened lastnight that incited her to sleep with Jack.

"Hey..." a soft, familiar (but unwelcome at the moment) voice called to her, and Jenna stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. "I was wondering when you'd be in. Is everything okay?" She stopped just a foot away from the door. "Wow. You look like hell."

"I feel like it," she groaned, head still resting against her desk.

She heard the grin in Jenna's voice without even seeing it. "Have a good Valentine's Day?"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean 'maybe'?"

Liz slowly lifted her head up (which currently felt like it weighed about three-and-a-half tons) and blinked her bleary eyes, staring at Jenna a moment. "...What?"

Jenna laughed at her. "What's with you? And why are you wearing a scarf inside the building? It's like eighty degrees in here, you can't possibly be cold."

"I'm not. I'm just..." Liz pretended to busy herself opening her laptop. "I'm just making a fashion statement."

She peeked upward to see Jenna rolling her eyes. "Okay, first of all? Liar. Second of all? Even if that were true, that whole scarf thing was done two years ago. Gimme." She grabbed the end of the scarf and tugged.

Liz blamed the hangover, because she wasn't nearly quick enough to prevent Jenna from pulling the scarf from around her neck. And she was powerless to stop the huge melodramatic gasp that tumbled next from Jenna's lips, as well as the chuckle. "Oh my God, Liz! Is that a--"

"It's a curling iron burn. I burned myself with my curling iron."

"You did not!" Jenna hissed, totally not buying it for a second. "I've burned myself before. Curling iron burns don't turn purple and lip-shaped. Admit it -- you SO got some last night!"

"Jenna, I really have a headache," Liz complained, hoping that would dissuade her friend.

When there was sex and gossip involved, Jenna was not easily dissuaded. "You had Valentine's sex! Who was it?"

"Do you have any aspirin?" Liz whined, face-down on her desk again.

"Who did you have hot Valentine's sex with, Liz? Tell me and I'll give you aspirin, I promise. Hey, who are those flowers from?"

Liz had to sigh and roll her eyes. Not easily dissuaded was she, but very easily distracted by things that were colorful or... expensive. "They're from Jack," she replied begrudgingly. Before Jenna could get so much as a syllable in, she added, "He felt bad that no one else cares about me on Valentine's Day. That's it."

"Uh-huh..." She was doing that thing again. That thing where she dragged out the last syllable of whatever she said, just filling it with disbelief.

"Then we went out to dinner," Liz heard herself saying. "At the Rainbow Room."

"Oh wow. It's Jack. You totally nailed Jack. I would. Especially after dinner at the Rainbow Room."

So, it was official. She really kinda had become Jenna. "Jenna, can I have my aspirin now, please?"

"They're downstairs in my purse."

"That's not helpful."

"So you didn't answer my question. Did you have sex with Jack?"

Liz lifted her head up, slowly again. Was it her imagination, or... was her brain sloshing around inside her skull now? It sure felt like it. "You never actually asked me anything, Jenna. You just accused me of sleeping with Jack."

"Which you totally did," she insisted, then her eyes widened. "Did you?"

Liz shut her eyes, shooting pains hitting her between the eyes, and she nodded, brain sloshing around again before she let her head fall onto the desk once more. She heard Jenna squeal and tried not to throw a shoe at her.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Jenna giggled. "So? How was it?"

"I have no idea."

"You have no idea? How could you not? You were that drunk?"

"Apparently. All I know is, I woke up with the worst hangover and a hickey... and Jack woke up with claw marks all over his arms and back."

She glanced up to see Jenna's eyes widening even further, in glee. "Oooh! Kitty likes to scratch!" she teased. "I knew it! I knew you guys had it in you!"

Liz made a face, and (when the pain set in) then instantly regretted doing so. "Had what in us?"

"Some passion! The hots for each other! We all see it -- it's about time you guys did too."

"I don't know about that. I'm pretty sure it was just the alcohol. And maybe an argument, because otherwise I really have no idea how we ended up kinda beating the hell out of each other. I think I might've even seen a bite mark on Jack's shoulder."

Jenna sounded a little more sympathetic now. "So you don't... you don't remember anything?"

"I remember the Rainbow Room, and thinking that was pretty cool. I remember dancing--" Before Jenna could interject with more teasing, Liz beat her to it. "Just move past it. And... I remember at some point, going to a fancy bar. But other than that, nothing."

"Well... rest up, sweetie. I'll go get you that aspirin, and... maybe you'll remember stuff when the headache clears up. That's the bad part about hangovers. They wipe out your memories for awhile, but then when it's gone, everything comes screaming back."

Liz felt her stomach turn. If that was the case, she kinda hoped her hangover would never go away. Because there was a huge part of her that just... did not want to know.

At all.

Ever.



TBC



{x-posted to 30_rock and jack_liz}
 
 
 
Tally: Violins- Gildamusical_junkie on July 13th, 2007 02:10 pm (UTC)
Did I mention earlier how AWESOME your title is?
I love Jenna.
a.: J/L; to me you're strangeregalish on July 13th, 2007 05:37 pm (UTC)
Haha, thanks so much!

Love your Gilda icon, btw :D
Uther Pendragon's Loyal Wench: kandy b&wfirthgal on July 13th, 2007 03:03 pm (UTC)
Another great chapter, loved it! I love how Jenna got distracted so easily by the flowers. Much goodness in this chapter, can't wait to read more! And I really really hope that Liz ends up remembering the night before...especially the bedroom part... in great detail. <-- Me being subtle.
a.: A/K; i just can't believeregalish on July 13th, 2007 05:39 pm (UTC)
Hehe, thank you so much! Glad you liked it. Jenna's so fun -- sometimes I kind of think of her like a kitten -- easily distracted by anything shiny or colorful in front of her face. Hee!

...Also? I'm not going to spoil you plot-wise, but I'll just say this - you'll really like the next chapter ;)
(Anonymous) on July 13th, 2007 03:15 pm (UTC)
this is so much fun!!!! i can't wait to read the next chapter...and the one after that...and the one aft. oh. ok. I think I made my point... ;)
meganp6 on July 13th, 2007 03:20 pm (UTC)
Oh damn that was me....I kinda forgot to log in LOL
a.: MB; and me and my guitarregalish on July 13th, 2007 05:40 pm (UTC)
lol it's all good! ;D
a.: MB; and i'm a siren;regalish on July 13th, 2007 05:39 pm (UTC)
Haha! Thank you so much, glad you're enjoying! :D
csiAngel: 30 Rock J/Lcsiangel on July 13th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
Hee! I love Jenna teasing Liz and Liz's distress :-) I can't wait to read more. I love it!
a.: K; and you smile;regalish on July 14th, 2007 09:34 pm (UTC)
Hehehe! Thank you muchly as always, Jac! :D
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jenna (& liz)michellek on July 15th, 2007 06:34 am (UTC)
I love the way you write Jenna. For serious. (For some reason, it greatly entertains me that she would do it will Jack. She'd even have a threeway with two Jacks!) I'm going to save the next chapter for tomorrow. (Yay, R rating! :)
a.: L; i wish you'd take a walkregalish on July 16th, 2007 11:37 pm (UTC)
Haha, thanks so much! That's one of my favorite things about Jenna, too, LOL. And that's one of the best Jenna lines. I love Liz's response, too: "You need to cool it." BWAHA, WIN.
Shoon McAldrum: Alec: eyespeoplewantducks on March 3rd, 2010 12:26 am (UTC)
PSH. She so does want to know
Shoon McAldrum: Alec: Canteen Boypeoplewantducks on April 12th, 2010 11:16 am (UTC)
Also: it sounds so natural for Jenna to say "kitty likes to scratch" ...that I wonder, has she said it in the show?