Love You Out Loud

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau beat his latest song on Liz's door. The tune had been driving him nuts for most of the night, though he'd forgotten most of the lyrics by this point. It was hard to tell when precisely he'd lost track of them. Probably somewhere around beer number three or four. in Beau's defense... other people were buying. He also seemed to vaguely recall panties of some kind and oh look, there they were in his pocket.

So now Beau LaRoux was standing outside his girlfriend's door holding a pair of panties and staring at them. He couldn't quite remember where they came from. Couldn't remember much, since he'd lost track of everything right around beer number three or four. In Beau's defense... other people were buying. They apparently had been flinging panties and...

Oh yeah, because he'd been singing. Or something. No, wait, that didn't make sense. Why would they throw panties? No, these had to be Liz's!

THAT WAS WHY HE WAS HERE!

"Well, butter my butt an' call it a biscuit," drawled Beau, nodding. He turned back to the door and tapped out a quick pattern, still humming under his breath. "HEY LIZ, I GOT YOUR PANTIES!" he yelled much, much too loud, especially for.. .whatever time it was. Beau sort of lost track, probably right around beer number three or four.

[Elizabeth Edison]

She was listening to music when the door was knocked on. It was a miracle that there was a pause in between songs when she heard the knock. Frowning just slightly, not actually expecting anyone at this hour, she slid out of her bed, not even bothering with covering herself up - she considered the tank top and boxer shorts to be modest clothing - to answer the door.

Raising an eyebrow at the sight that greeted her, Elizabeth's lips automatically formed a grin as she took in the sight of her drunk boyfriend.

"Did you say panties?" She asked before her eyes moved to the item in question, the smile dropping pretty quickly. "Those aren't mine."

[Beau LaRoux]

"They ain't?" said Beau, clearly puzzled. He frowned, holding them up and looking. He hadn't exactly had a whole lot of experience with Liz's undergarments, beyond seeing them in piles of dirty laundry. Okay, he'd seen boxers more then a few times, since Liz wasn't exactly big on boundaries, but outside of that, the poor Southerner just didn't have a whole lot of first hand experience.

"Did ya want 'em then?" he asked, holding them out. "I ain't got no clue where I got 'em, but they don't seem to be covered in anythin' or anythin'," He moved them around in his hand, studying them closely. "Nope, don't see anythin'... you sure they ain't yours? 'cuz I ain't got no reason to have nobody else's or nothin'. Only one girl for me, an' that's," Beau did a little waving in the air with a finger before poking Liz on the nose, "you."

And he grinned.

[Elizabeth Edison]

She shook her head, partly in amusement and partly in anxiety. She had never actually seen Beau drunk before. Not really. Not like this.

When he held out the panties, Elizabeth backed away and held her hand up. "Dude! No!" She responded with a chuckle before slapping his hand away. "Where have you been?" She asked before chuckling once more when her nose was poked.

"That's really sweet and all. Come inside." She pulled Beau in and attempted to sit him down on her bed. She looked around for the bottle of water ever present in her room and held it out to him. "Hydrate."

[Beau LaRoux]

"What am I supposed to do with 'em then?" Beau wondered, staring at the panties for a bit. "What? Was out giggin' an' stuff. Oh, you think that's where i got these?" he held them out, then frowned for a moment. He could sort of vaguely recall there being some screaming girls or something. He kept frowning while Liz ushered him into her room, plunking him down on a bed.

"Wait a sec," he said, looking around. "This ain't your room, is it?" He held up his hands for a moment, then lowered them. "No, wait, we moved... forgot," he chuckled and then tossed the panties toward a pile of Liz clothes, before looking back at Liz. Nothing but sloppy affection showed in that smile of his. "I think I had a bit too much to drink at the bar. There were people all excited an' such to hear me an' I couldn't say no or somethin'."

He took the offered bottle, taking a swig of it without even thinking. Soon his hand was covering his mouth as a little trickled out, and he had to chuckle at that. Usually it was him taking care of Liz like this, not the other way around. He looked up at Liz, ready to say that, the goofy smile on his face.

"You're really hot, ya know that?" came out instead. "So damn pretty it jus' ain't fair."

[Elizabeth Edison]

"I don't know, Beau. Trash 'em. Or wear them for our next makeout session." She shrugged before chucklin at the dopey look on his face. "You're lucky I love you, Beau." She sighed softly.

"How'd you figure that?" She asked with a chuckle when Beau spoke about his inebriated state.

The situation in which the tables had turned was not lost on her. It still worried her that he came back with a pair of panties that were clearly not hers. Was it jealousy she was feeling? It couldn't be...Beau was as free to do anything with anyone else as much as her, right?

Chuckling, Elizabeth affectionately stroked Beau's hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. "So'r you, LaRoux." She pulled her chair over to the bed and sat facing Beau. "Did Matt give you the drinks? Were you gigging at Matt's?"

[Beau LaRoux]

"I don't wear panties," said Beau, wrinkling his brow, "an' I love you too, Liz," he meant the words too, though they came out alcohol soaked and half slurred. He smiled at her, that same sloppy affection maintaining its grip on him. That smile belonged to a boy who had one girl and didn't feel any need to look anywhere else than at her.

Hands went to his hair and he chuckled, nearly leaning into it. "I dunno," he said, shrugging. "Don't really remember a whole lot. Remember... playin', was playin' a new song 'bout us," he hummed for a bit, "crowd of girls all here tonight, but they all be lookin' the same," he sang, his state only dimming him a bit, not to mention turning the volume up, "every face jus' looks like you. looks like you, looks like you. Every girl looks jus' like you, an' I don't wanna look at anythin' else."

He hummed for a bit, feeling like he'd swapped some lyrics or something. His brow furrowed and he pressed the water to his head, trying to remember some more. "Gets a little fuzzy in bits..."

[Elizabeth Edison]

She froze slightly, hearing those words before she realised that they were drunken slurs. He probably didn't even mean it. Just something to reply to, perhaps.

She couldn't believe she said it loud enough for him to hear. Looking at him, with that smile, her own softened before she kissed him on the lips gently, ignoring the smell of alcohol reeking off him. He'd been privy to all her drunken nights and kisses, it was high time she returned the favour.

When he started singing, she snorted and started laughing, her head dropping on his shoulder. "That going into your album?" She asked after getting the giggles out of her system. She was still pressed against his shoulder as she spoke.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Mmm, that's nice," came outta Beau after they kissed, along with a beaming, nearly toothy smile. he chuckled again, and it might have added a little to his fervor with the singing and what have you. He kept humming even after, the tune refusing to leave his head.

"Jus' might," he replied, looking up at her. "You know I'm gonna do one eventually, right? parents jus' want me to finish my education an' all first," he sighed a little at that, then wound his arms around Liz, pulling her close. "Mmm, so hot," he said, turning his face into her for a moment and taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes, smiling up at her. "You're really pretty, ya know that? Love that aboutcha. though I'd probly love ya even if you weren't so pretty, 'cuz you're amazin' an' all," he turned and kissed the part closest to his mouth, which just happened to be a shoulder. "Gonna marry you some day," he mumbled into the shoulder, before chuckling again, feeling the room spin a bit.

[Elizabeth Edison]

"I bet." The pyrokinetic bit her lower lip before planting another kiss on his lips. She continued to listen to his humming, the sound and vibration pretty soothing.

Chuckling, she nodded at his rhetoric. "I demand to be featured on at least one duet." She said before moving off the chair and on to the bed, adjusting herself so they could be a little more comfortable still holding on to each other.

As he spoke, Elizabeth chalked everything up to him being drunk. He didn't know what he was saying, so she laughed it off.

Until he spoke about marriage. She was immediately reminded of when she met MaryAnne. She had mentioned meeting the parents and then now, Beau was talking about marrying her? That couldn't be a coincidence could it?

Her heart beating against her ribcage, Elizabeth pulled away from Beau and punched him on the shoulder. "Don't joke." She forced a chuckle after a second's pause.

Not gonna lie, she was freaking the hell out but there was also a huge amount of hope in her freaking out. She wanted it to be true and not just some drunken slur.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Gonna be all over the album. Least three songs," insisted Beau, nodding. He was busy rolling his face about in Liz for a bit, making responding a little difficult, what with his face being buried and all. She pulled away though, and he nearly dropped to the bed, only saved by the fact that he leaned into the water bottle first, jabbing his rib.

Letting out an ow and pulling back to rub, Beau looked at Liz, some frustration on his face for a bit. Before he could say anything, she spoke, talking about joking. Confused, Beau furrowed his brow.

"Joke? What was I jokin' about?" he asked. He worked his mouth about as though chewing, the humming actually stopping for a bit. "Wasn't jokin' 'bout the songs, that's gonna happen. wasn't jokin' 'bout the duets. Wasn't jokin' 'bout the whole marryin' you thing, 'cuz I jus' figure that's gonna happen eventually an' all," Beau shrugged then looked to Liz. "Is this about the panties? 'cuz I really don't know where they came from..."

[Elizabeth Edison]

"Really? Exciting!" Her shoulders lifted happily. That would be fun, being in the recording studio together, laying down tracks. It was going to definitely be an experience.

His ignorance she knew was genuine. As he listed all the things he wasn't joking about, when it came to the one she thought he was, her breath caught in her throat and she just stared at Beau in disbelief.

"You...you don't mean that." She continued to stare at Beau before shaking her head and grabbing Beau's hands. "Babe, you're drunk. Wanna go to sleep?" She asked, trying to stray away from the subject. Maybe in the morning, he won't remember.

The thing was though, there was a part of her - a very large part at that - that would be completely disappointed if he didn't remember this tomorrow.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau grinned as Liz got excited, though a part of him had already forgotten what it was that got her all that worked up. The panties, maybe? Nah, Liz wouldn't get worked up over underwear. Or would she? He'd have asked, but she seemed to be staring in disbelief over all the things he listed. Beau felt her grab his hands, causing him to mumble "whoa hot" before looking up at her, blinking.

"I do so mean it!" said Beau, his brow furrowing with consternation. "Mean every word. Figured you already knew. Hell, I think half my family is jus' waitin' for me to tell them that you said yes," he chuckled, then blinked again. "Sleep? I told ya, Liz, don't wanna sleep together jus' yet, least, not like that," he reached up, stroking her cheek and looking into her eyes. "Gotta be special an' all, maybe on our weddin' night, even. You all dressed in white an' lookin' pretty enough to make both our mommas cry. 'course they ain't gonna be around when I pick pretty you up an' set you down on the bed."

Beau chuckled and raised the hand that had intertwined with his, kissing the fingers and grinning like an idiot.

[Elizabeth Edison]

The more Beau spoke, the less convinced Elizabeth was that they were just drunken declarations. He looked awfully sure of it all.

She couldn't help but giggle when he spoke about their hypothetical wedding night. "I hope not."

She let him kiss her fingers, her heart still beating rapidly. The boy was being serious and Elizabeth, the romantic that she was, was seeing nothing but roses now. She didn't think about the complications that might arise, the implications of a binding relationship, none of that. All she saw was them being together for the rest of their lives.

Sighing, she pulled Beau in for a kiss, holding him there for a while.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Me too," replied Beau, though he was starting to lose some track of the conversation. He was kissing Liz's fingers and letting his mind go down some semi-dangerous alleys for a bit there. Sometimes he couldn't help it, when he looked at her. Not just, like, looked, but really looked, stared and thought and realized who she was and realized that she was with him and everything just seemed to be a little clearer, all the pieces falling in place and all that good stuff.

Then she pulled him in and Beau stopped thinking for a few seconds while his lips pressed against hers. Even intoxicated, he could still kiss, which he proved now, his arms going around hers and pulling her back onto the bed. Unfortunately, the drink was working against him as well, the drink and the comfort of her arms and just her being there. Soon Beau found himself fading, consciousness becoming just a little too slippery to keep hold of.