Title: It So Counts
Author: A.j.
Rating: PG
Notes: John/Liz, 100 words, drunkenness.

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Aliens make good moonshine. Liz knows this because it's 4am and she's naked. 
 
She's staring at her fingers and trying to get the number in her head to 
match the number in front of her eyes. It's not working. But, thinking about 
it, picking twenty-three isn't the most logical of ideas. 
 
"I don't have twenty fingers." 
 
John's giggling against her neck. Manly giggling her mind says. "That would 
be fun if you did." 
 
"Perv." 
 
"Hooch makes you snuggly." 
 
"Eh?" His chest bumped her back and she was suddenly, fuzzily, aware they 
were really *really* naked. 
 
"Snuuuggly." And then *he* had twenty fingers.

-fin-