"Okay, last time things got a little out of hand, so we've only given you one bottle of wine to share this time and we'll see how you are after that?" Alya greeted Marinette at the door, and walked her into the hotel suite.

"I have no idea how we ended up getting into that kind of position. It seems every time I drop my defences a little I end up snogging him. I mean, I know I'm not blind ... but come on, it's Chat Noir! It's not like I'm doing this with Adrien."

"Yeah, nothing like it at all." Alya turned around to walk into the main room of the suite, rolling her eyes. It was nothing like doing it with Adrien ... nope nothing at all. If Alya hadn't stepped in last time Marinette would have been 'doing' more than just drunk history with Adrien that's for sure.

After the absolutely epic fail of the last 'Drunk History' attempt, Alya had been told, by any means possible, to try again. So here they were one month later preparing to do it all over again. She watched as Marinette, who was already transformed into her alter ego Ladybug, walked over to the seat Chat had cataclysmed during their last filming.

"Did he really destroy a chair?" She asked, causing Alya to laugh.

"He did, luckily I managed to get you to do something to fix it. Apparently because it wasn't akuma related your Miraculous Ladybug's wouldn't fix it, so you did some weird shit with your yo-yo instead."

"Interesting," Marinette stroked the arm of the chair before reaching for the wine. "I'm not drinking that. I'll be hammered after one glass."

"What do you want instead? You superheroes are too damn demanding."

"Hey, you know what happened last time I had red wine!"

"How was it having your tongue down Adrien's throat?" Alya wiggled her eyebrows as Marinette groaned and covered her face with her red spotted gloves.

For some reason, over the past month, every night out/movie night with wine, had ended up with Marinette and Adrien making out. Alya couldn't believe they hadn't figured themselves out yet, especially as they spent more time exchanging saliva at the moment than they did talking, and that wasn't exaggerating.

"Why am I making out with every guy I find attractive?" Marinette groaned, slumping in a chair and picking up a drinks menu.

"Every blonde guy you find attractive," Alya corrected her. There were a few guys on Marinette's 'fit' list at the moment, especially since she started working at a design label.

"That's not true! I haven't kissed Ralph."

Alya let out a laugh before answering to herself, "that's because he's not Adrien Agreste."

Before Marinette could respond, a knock was heard from the suite's door. "That'll be Chat." Ladybug said, bounding her way to the door to greet her partner.

Chat walked into the room and one thing was clear, he was already slightly tipsy. "Why hello there," his voice was slurred and sexy, and Ladybug couldn't help but giggle, flicking his bell and leading him over to the chairs, where he threw himself backwards, tipping the chair over. He sprung to his feet, arms out at the sides.

"Woah," he breathed out, picking up the chair and placing it down gently on its four feet. "Are you ok?" He asked the chair before turning to the others in the room. "Girls? You both ok yeah? I didn't hurt you?"

Ladybug laughed, leading Chat back to his seat and helping him sit carefully. "Has Kitty been drinking?"

"I was at a boring event. My one friend was meant to be there too but she called in sick at the last minute." He ran a claw through his hair, the outcome making him look hotter than he already was. Ladybug could suddenly understand why she jumped him last time.

Alya let out a snort, as she carried on fixing the equipment. "Ladybug, it seems you have a lot to catch up on."

The superhero sat down and poured herself a glass of the deadly red wine, swigging half down in one gulp. "I suppose if I have a couple of these I'll be level with this weirdo."

"Weird, I am ... weirdo, I am not!" Chat lazed back in the chair, one elbow on the arm and a finger spinning in the air.

"What does that mean?" Ladybug asked, taking a swig of her wine. She squeezed her lips together, god it was sour.

"It means, little lady, let's skip the show and go straight to snogging." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing a hearty laugh to leave her throat.

"Not on your nelly, Chat!"

•••••

"Can I sit on your lap?"

One hour later and they were both completely gone. AdriChat had managed one glass and Maribug had taken down three like an absolute legend, she was now attempting to mount Chat on his chair, as the 'boy wonder' was singing 'Iris' rather awfully and stuck in a loop.

"And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am."

He stroked Ladybug's face before taking ahold of her hand and pressing a kiss on the back of it moving it to position over his heart. He then began to repeat the last line in an endless loop.

The first time he'd done it it was cute, the second time romantic, the following twelve just damn right annoying.

"Oh you know I want to know kitty, but I can't ..." she motioned for him to sit up and move closer to her as she made herself more comfortable on his lap and placed her lips near his ears. "You blow stuff up."

"Noooo," he whined.

"Yes," she replied, brushing her nose against his earlobe. "But you know what?" She stopped, her lips pressing to his ear, "it's hot-"

Before Ladybug could say anymore Alya had grabbed her shoulder and stood her up, moving her swiftly away from Chat's chair.

"Easy there girl," she laughed, manoeuvring Ladybug away from Chat and pushing her into a chair of her own. "Save that for after the filming."

Ladybug giggled, and Chat threw her a very thought provoking wink.

Alya sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. This was awful! They just couldn't stop. She began to reconsider who they should have had to do this. As famous as Ladybug and Chat Noir were, perhaps Carapace and Vespira would have been a better choice. Maybe she could have even done it herself.

"Let's just get started before I regret my life choices." She walked around to the camera and pressed a few buttons on her laptop. "Okay guys, ready when you are."

Chat Noir began to nod and Ladybug giggled. This repeated itself for approximately five minutes until Alya snapped. "Start talking!"

Chat coughed before settling back into his chair, placing one ankle over his knee, whilst threading his fingers together and resting his elbows on his knee. He'd only need to wear a suit and he'd be mistaken for an olden days gangster.

"Tonight, you will unlock this door with the key of imagination." He began, "Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into - "

"The gift shop!" Ladybug shouted out before laughing at her truly terrible joke.

"My friend made that joke at Disney the other week!" Chat laughed.

"She didn't?" Ladybug gasped, Alya knowing full well it was her that had made it. The four of them had taken a day trip to Disneyland Paris, and whilst huddled in the preshow area for the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror, Marinette had decided to become a comedian. To be fair it was funny at the time.

"She did! She's friggin hilarious! You should meet her, honestly, she's a blast."

Both heroes began laughing helplessly, staring into each other's eyes before Ladybug carried on speaking.

"Maybe she's part of -" she turned her head to the front and facing the camera, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, "the Twilight Zone."

As if by magic, thunder sounded around the room and Alya jumped out of her skin. The rain began to thump down against the windows, every few minutes being accented by the thunder striking and lightning lighting up the room.

"Desperada was an interesting villain, like her fashion sense was on point!" Ladybug continued to speak.

"Doesn't Hawkbutt give them the outfit?"

"I don't know? I know we control ours so maybe the akumas do too? Anyway it was the first time we had to use a new Miraculous holder. We needed to use the power of second chance, which can take us back in time with only minor consequences."

"Yeah, just minor ones. Such as finding out your friends' identities and keeping it from them for weeks instead of fessing up, dealing with the consequences, and protecting yourself and those you care about. All whilst ignoring the fact you could take away some of the stress of someone you love, stopping a shift in the time/space continuum and, maybe, just maybe, stopping the end of the world."

Both Ladybug and Alya stared at Chat wide eyed. Nonchalantly, he reached forward, grabbed his wine glass and drained it.

"But I don't hold grudges," he toasted his glass to the camera and Alya facepalmed. It was majorly clear who he was on about. "But I'm telling you now, I was gobsmacked. Ha! Gobsmacked, what a word!"

"What does that even mean?" Ladybug slurred out.

"My mouth is known as a gob in England, and when I'm shocked I place my hand over said mouth. Therefore my gob is smacked ... gobsmacked!"

Ladybug burst out laughing leaning over to place a hand on his forearm. "You're funny. You know what else is funny? Eggs!"

"Eggs?" He questioned back, "Which kind? Fried? Scrambled? Poached? Oooo, I could eat a poached egg. Césaire, call the caterers, I want poached eggs and bacon please, oh and a side of egg."

"Make that two," Ladybug said, proving her point by holding up three fingers.

Chat looked over to his partner, registering what she'd just done and bursting out laughing.

How funny!

"Aspik looked like an egg, which is strange really, I thought with him being one of the most beautiful boys in the wholeeeee world, he would have been one sexy snake."

Chat rolled his tongue and faked a cat scratching thin air in a makeshift purr. "You liked him then?"

"Liked him? No, no, no ... like is such a mediocre word. I am head over heels in love with him. Have been for donkey's years."

"Donkey's years?"

"Yes, a very, very long time." She explained, with the patience of a teacher explaining something to a five year.

"Even when he looked like a magnum sized condom?" Chat asked.

Alya almost choked on her spit, as Ladybug giggled and began to play with her hair. Alya couldn't be certain but she thought Chat had just moved his chair closer towards Ladybug. Oh no, this couldn't be good.

"No way, though I'm sure he'd need one, if you catch my drift." She wiggled her eyebrows at the camera, and Alya definitely saw Chat move his chair that time.

"Wanna take a -"

"Woah, woah, woah, we're going off story here." Alya exclaimed. She looked at the two heroes indicating for them to get back to what they were here to do.

"Fine,' Ladybug rolled her eyes. "So anyway I gave the Miraculous to this totally hot guy I'm in love with, but it didn't work out. So I gave it to my second choice, my ex boyfriend, instead."

Chat's chair flipped backwards again, causing the hero's legs to fly up in the air before taking him into some sort of childish backwards roll and standing up unsteadily. "He's your ... which means you're ... which ... oh wow!" Stepping onto the chair, he used one foot to push the seat down as he continued walking forward. Once the chair was correctly upright, he sprung onto it, turning to face Ladybug.

"Why didn't the plan work with the first snake?" He asked.

"It was quite simple really, I needed you." She poked him in the nose and they both stared at each other. Alya was almost fanning herself down as the tension in the room heated up. How could a stare be so intense?

"I was there, for 25,913 times, I couldn't save you." His voice whispered, and a small gasp left her mouth.

"That's because it was the wrong you. I needed you, Chat. I love you." She lifted a hand and placed it over his heart, neither willing to look away as they moved closer.

Alya quickly stopped the recording. There was no way she could send this off again. She sighed and shook her head thinking about what the hell she could say to her producer this time. Her friends were far too valuable to put in this kind of position, not when it jeopardised them and all around them.

She looked over her shoulder in the direction of her two friends and whereas the last time the make out was hot and heavy, this time it was so slow and sensual, and ridiculously full of love. Alya cleared up as quickly as she could, closing the door behind her as a flash of green and pink shone through the gaps.

She would talk to her producer, and Marinette tomorrow, but for now these two deserved their moment, even if in the morning they completely freaked out.