One Less Night Alone; for dachiefminelli

[bettercop]

Armed with a bottle of Glenlivet Single Malt Scotch, Lisbon knocked on Minelli's door. She hadn't called ahead of time, but then again, her decision to stop by had been mostly an impulsive one. Having been in her apartment all of ten minutes, she'd suddenly decided that company was far more preferable to being alone right now. And the Minelli she

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[dachiefminelli]

No one ever comes calling on him at this hour.

Minelli keeps a revolver in the hallway table, and makes sure to keep the drawer slightly open just in case he needs it. Really, he should have invested in a peephole, but things like that just slip your mind when you're divvying up property with the ex-wife.

"Who is it?" he says, while cracking the door open. In an instant, he's undoing the chain lock and pulling the door all the way, relaxing and putting on a smile. "Lisbon! Come in, come in."

[bettercop]

"Too late for whiskey?" She queried, though the smirk on her face meant she already knew the answer.

[dachiefminelli]

Of course he grinned, stupidly glad to see her. "Of course not; I'll get the glasses...Unless you want to do this like old times?" He meant straight from the bottle, like they used to do when cases got tough.

[bettercop]

She eyed the bottle, considering her answer. And then, because she was feeling adventurous, decided, "Skip the glasses." She stepped further inside, shrugging out of her jacket and setting the bottle down.