Title: Beginnings Fandom: Whose Line Is It Anyway? Characters: Chip Esten/Greg Proops Prompt: 001. Beginnings Word Count: 369 Rating: PG Summary: Greg handles a drunk Chip. Author's Notes: I'm on a roll lately! *g* Okay, yes, another drunk!story. This one was requested by a friend of mine (not on LJ). She read my story I wrote for broadway_bound3 for Valentine's Day and wanted a version with Chip/Greg. So, I combined her idea with a Chip/Greg idea I had and this is the result. Greg cursed loudly as Chip nearly tripped and before he could react, the younger man was sprawled on the floor, laughing hysterically. He sighed and managed to get the door open before bending down and helping Chip back onto his feet. “What the hell made you get so drunk tonight?” he asked, leading the other man into the house, kicking the door closed behind them. “Alchol…aclohol…alca…beer,” Chip finally slurred, cracking up again. “Too bad you’re not this funny when we film,” Greg teased, sitting Chip down on the couch. Chip looked up at him, his eyes glassy and unfocused, “You’re mean.” He pouted and Greg groaned in frustration, “I should have been the one to drink that much.” He sat down beside Chip and the younger man stared at him, a drunken smile stretching his lips, “Are you going to take advantage of me in my vulnerable state and then regret it in the morning?” “Never,” Greg replied, leaning over Chip. “Good,” Chip whispered, laying back and bringing Greg back with him. Greg smiled and placed his lips over Chip’s, feeling the younger man eagerly respond to his touch. He didn’t even have to think before he deepened the kiss and felt more than heard Chip moan. He broke away a moment later and looked down at Chip, who was breathing heavily and looked a little spacey. It was certainly a sight to boost Greg’s already over inflated ego. “You want to go…uh…” Chip paused, squinting slightly, trying to remember what he was going to say. Greg had to bite his lip to keep from laughing as he stood up, pulling an unsteady Chip up with him, “If you were going to say bedroom, then yes, let’s go.” He managed to navigate Chip’s house pretty easily including it was pitch black without any lights on and he had never been upstairs. He found Chip’s bedroom after a few tries and grinned slyly as Chip crawled to the center of the bed and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. If he knew it would be as easy as getting Chip drunk, he would have done it a long time ago. He just hoped Chip remembered it in the morning.