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“How could I forget? I may have had a few drinks but my memory still works.” He smirked. Maybe, he was slightly drunk now but once he got to this point he turned more flirty. If somehow that was even possible. “It’s dark out. Plus, Halloween isn’t even that great.” He shrugged. “No way.” Weston raised an eyebrow. At this point he wanted to go home. He nodded when she brought up kids and immediately wanted another drink. “No….” Weston then had an idea. Grabbing her hand he pulled her closer till they were touching. His hand finding her back and his lips greeting hers softly. Slowly pulling away. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered against her lips. 

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Syd rolled his eyes but shot her a lazy wink. “Can do. I know my limits… and I’ve got to work tomorrow anyways.” He sighed, releasing smoke through his teeth as he exhaled. He glanced over at Lucy from where he was laid out on the wall, one leg crooking a bit and raising his eyebrows. “Isla? I mean, yeah, we’re buds, sure.” He said. He chatted with her every once in a while but it wasn’t anything major- and he wasn’t sure why it was being brought up. “Nervous about her hanging out with someone who smokes cannabis?” He fake-gasped, putting a hand on his chest. “You know it’s legal in Massachusetts, right?”

As Syd mentioned he had work the next morning, Lucy raised her eyebrows at him and continued to fold her arms across her chest "Dude, how the hell do you get down from the high? In all honesty, Iv never been high before and I don't understand how it works. Humor me." It was true, sure she drank alcohol, drowned herself in it sometimes but the blonde never smoked or did drugs of any kid. She heard the horrible things it did to people, she was a trauma surgeon and saw it everyday. She continued to stand, but her feet were killing her so the blonde ditched the heels. Feeling more comfortable, Lucy listened to him talk "Yeah Isla. Short, adorable blonde." Listening to him talk still, she shook her head "No. I'm just.., she's my little sister so I'm being the protective older sister here." Shrugging her shoulders, Lucy shook her head "Never mind. Forget I said anything about Isla. Have to remember she's twenty-four and not six anymore." Now Lucy fully understood her mother when she meant it was hard letting go. "Yes I know it's legal." Bitting her lips now, Lucy finally sat down “You still hungry?” 

Weston nodded. “I absolutely need a new drink.” Although, he was completely buzzed already but one more wouldn’t hurt. He took the drink from her. “Thanks.” He smiled. “You look beautiful.” Weston took a sip of the drink. “No, i’m secret service.” He held up the sunglasses and shoved them back in his pocket. “I can’t believe you convinced me to come here.” He took another sip of the drink. Looking at the liquid he decided to just finish the drink. Downing the whole thing he looked back at her. 

She wasn't sure how much he had to drink already, but Lucy lost track of how much alcohol she consumed tonight as well. She was fine though, she was taking things slow and was making sure she ate. "Whiskey Sours are kind of our thing, remember?" Lucy questioned him, bitting her bottom lip but then took a deep breath. In general it was just Whiskey that was their thing, well alcohol really but she pushed down the memories. Now she wished the alcohol was back in her hand. She forgot how good he looked in a tux. "Thank you." She said quietly when he called her beautiful. Swallowing the lump that was burning in her throat, Lucy laughed a little when he took out his sun glasses "Oh come on man, you gotta put the sun glasses on otherwise people will mistake you for a Butler." She joked and stepped a little closer to him. Taking a deep breath, Lucy smiled softly "Oh come on, I know you secretly love it. I'm glad you decided to come though." Lucy said quietly, and then looked at him for a moment "After all, Halloween a couple years ago was when we had the talk about everything. Kids, marriage. We were drunk per usual, but it was fun." Bitting down hard on her tongue, Lucy shook her head and looked at him "I'm sorry.” This was going to be so hard. “ You eat anything?"

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“Well, look who it is. I thought you didn’t do Halloween?” She smirked. Cassie knew that Lucy wasn’t that big into Halloween so she was surprised to see her here. “I’m Shego, obviously. From Kim Possible. Come on, Luce.” She teased. Although, she figured that Lucy just didn’t know who Shego was. Cassie could’ve easily bought a Shego outfit but decided instead to make it her own. She had most of the things at home anyways. A green shirt, fishnets, a black crop top and she even put clip ins of green in her hair. 

"Long time no see, stranger." It truly has been a while since she's last seen Cassie. Their schedules as first responders have just been extremly hectic and every time the two tried to plan something, something else would always come up. However, the blonde was glad she was able to meet with Cassie right now. Even if they were dressed in ridiculous costumes. "Oh I'm not into Halloween. But we do live in Salem, so I feel like I'd be shunned if I didn't dress up." It was true, this town was known for Halloween and if she didn't dress up then she felt like weird things would happen to her. "I might be a little to old for Kim Possible, but she does sound familiar and you do look kind of hot." Shrugging her shoulders Lucy took a sip of her drink and let the alcohol burn down her throat "So, how are things?"

Sophie: How about we even drop the ice cream try and find out what everyone is freaking out over..

Sophie: Are you even here, I haven't seen you all night!

Lucy: Oh i'm 100% down for that. I think it might be the clown for IT that's walking around town right now.

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“Luce, please. We can’t keep doing this. I’m begging you.” Weston knew it was hard for her but it was hard for him, too. She couldn’t keep doing this right now. He needed to move past it and she kept dragging the past up. “Can we make a new rule?” He asked her as he leaned back into his seat. “Now we’re what? Finish your sentence.” Weston really could not believe this was still going on. He really, at this point, wanted to go home and sleep. Weston listened to her speak and he rested his head against the head rest. When she was done talking he looked over at her. “I miss you, too. It’s time to see a therapist. I can’t keep doing this with you.” Weston was beyond frustrated with her right now. 

Letting out a shaky breath, she looked at the window for a bit and watched as half of their friends were starting to leave the party for the one year old. Swallowing hard, she listened to him talk and Lucy chewed on her lips "Okay." Was all she could say, if he really couldn't keep talking about it, then Lucy would stop. "Okay. New rule. If you don't want to talk about us, or the miscarriage then talk to me about what happened when you were under cover." Lucy wanted to know, he was stubborn just like she was but she wanted to know what happened so she could be there for him even if he didn't want her to be "You can't keep it bottled up inside Wes." The woman should really take her own advice. Licking her lips for a moment, she looked down but then up at him when he told her to finish her sentence "We're back to fighting, and I don't want to fight." Couples fought and she knew that, but she didn't want to fight with him. She could tell how exhausted he was and maybe the blonde should stop talking and just drive herself home. "Then let’s see a therapist." Was all the blonde could say, she reached out her hand and placed it behind his head, running her hands through his hair. Sitting in silence for a moment, Lucy stopped but then looked at him "If we're seeing a therapist, then I want you to talk about your undercover gigs. You never talked to me about them. If you aren't going to talk to me about them, then please talk to the therapist we're going to see. Please.”

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“Why would you want me to treat you that way? I would never do that.” He wanted to say he would never do that to anyone but he decided not to say that part. It would only make her more upset and that was the last thing he wanted right now. “Luce…. we need to move past this. I’m not saying forget the baby i’m just saying we need to stop arguing about this.” He sighed. Weston felt like he was going crazy. “You can’t go back now. We just have to move forward.” If she couldn’t move past this he wasn’t sure if they would make it or not. It was hard enough as it was. “I never said that.” Weston ran a hand through his hair and looked over at her. He was getting angry with her. “Do I love you? Really? That’s what you want to know? You’re crazy. God, Luce. If I didn’t love you would I be sitting here right now. Would I be fighting for you right now? People told me i’m dumb for talking to you and wanting you back. You know that? What you did…. it sucked. It was terrible. No one deserves that but here I am because I can’t walk away from you. Yet, you think I don’t love you? Just because I haven’t said it. I don’t want me saying I love you to be the thing that makes you think this is going to work. I want this to work because we actually work on it and not those three words being the thing that holds us together.” 

Lucy took a deep breath. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately, taking deep breaths, trying to remind herself that everything will eventually be okay. To most people it didn't make sense on why she wanted Wes to hate her. To her though it made sense. It was easier, it felt like it would be easier if he just hated her. "Because sometimes I feel like it'd be easier that way. If you just hated me for what happened. I feel like it'd be easier for me." Swallowing the lump that formed in her throat, she pushed her hair out o her face. She was exhausted mentally and physically. "I'm trying Wes. I'm trying to move past it, but every time I look at your face it kills me okay?" She felt tears well up in her eyes again. "I look at you and I think of what he or she could've looked like." Bitting down hard on the inside of her tongue, she so wished she kept this whole thing to herself. "It was all I ever wanted with you." As her voice got choked up, Lucy looked down and felt tears fall from her eyes again. She covered her face with her hands for a moment. "I'm trying. I'm trying to move forward and I was. Then you showed up here in Salem, and now we're just--" Stopping herself, Lucy listened to him talk and her heart felt like it was beating five thousand miles per minute. They never got angry with each other, they did but not like this. She looked at him for a moment, exhaustion and sadness written all over her face. Continuing to listen to him talk, her heart broke all over again and Lucy bit her lips "I want it to work Wes. I want to fix this. I'll se a therapist if I need to. I'll--" Stopping herself, she tried to catch her breath "I still want everything with you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I miss you, I miss us." She whispered, and leaned in a bit closer to him. She wanted him to drive home. She wanted him to take them home. "I'm sorry." Lucy whispered, and let the tears stream down her face “I miss you. I miss being with you. Being wrapped up in your arms again the other night I---” She swallowed hard for a moment “I felt happy and safe and at peace.”  Lucy said quietly but then continued with “I felt at home. You are home to me Wes.”  She pushed her hair out of her face again and placed her elbow on her leg “I want to fix this.”