Girls Night Out

Did some corrections on minor things


"You are not just going to go home early and leave me here with Snooki and the Itty-Bitty-Titty-Committee," Saul said, the last jab was at Molly. But she didn't care, he was a friend and she'd come terms with her small breasts long ago, for the most part.

The other part, about Serena was true, she did look like a red haired Snooki with all of that spray on tan. When Saul had first seen her he called her the Great Pumpkin and asked if Charlie Brown was close at hand. All of them had a great laugh over it, that was just how Saul was.

Molly punched him in the shoulder. "Piss off, my tits aren't up for discussion," Molly protested.

"Apparently they're not up for much else," Saul shot back.

Kara rolled her eyes even though Molly was laughing. "Don't listen to him, Mols. Some guys like them small-"

"It does help to be able to get your hands around them," Saul muttered.

Pat chuckled. "Like you would know," it was true. Saul was gay and the only woman he'd ever kissed had been Molly. Apparently she was attracting them now, she'd heard the term fag-hag used. Kara and Pat were about to share a cab back to the other side of town, they had to be up early for a shift and had already stayed out past the time they planned.

Serena was all over two guys on the dance floor, which meant that there would be at least two of that trio getting lucky tonight. Molly didn't like the idea of being left with Saul alone either, mostly because the kiss had kind of caught her off guard and made her uncomfortable with him after that. Even before it though they hadn't really been able to just sit and talk together.

Probably the only favor she had ever done him was driving him out of the closet. She guessed he sort of did a favor too, she could now claim that she'd kissed a black man. No one had to know he was gay.

Apparently Molly had missed part of the conversation. Kara was putting her foot down now, albeit in a gentle, kind way. ''Sorry Saul, but I just can't be arsed to stay out like this all night, I've already been here longer than I planned," Kara said fluffing at the side of her blonde hair with one hand.

"And I picked up Molly's shift at the morgue tomorrow, so I'm out," Pat chimed in.

That settled it, they were gone and Saul and Molly only stood there alone for a moment before breaking apart. She was at the bar sipping on a drink and she could see Saul every now and again with his arms up in the air, flexing his muscles through that tight purple shirt as he danced against some man. She sighed and turned back to the bar just as someone touched her hand.

"Alright, you gonna be havin' a drink then?" asked a blond chap with his hair combed back in gelled lines.

Molly glanced around thinking he must have been talking to some other girl and just wanted her to move. He snapped his fingers in her face. "Aye, lovely what do you say to a drink? You're not French are you?"

A smile spread over Molly's lips. "Qu'est-ce qui vous faire croire que je suis française?" she asked.

The man's expression dropped and he began to turn away, Molly caught his wrist to halt his retreat and he glanced at her confused. "No, I'm kidding," she said.

"Quick timing, wit and good looks, I like you already," he said.

Normally on nights like this she was surrounded by her mates and something about the group of them made them unapproachable looking. Pat was married and with the size of the ring Stanley had gotten her anyone looking at the pub or club from Google Earth would know it. Kara was that kind of regal, unapproachable pretty. She looked like she could be a member of the Swedish royal family or something.

With them gone, Molly guessed the usual buffer was gone and she had told herself that besides fancying one historically unreachable detective romance wasn't really for her. Still she wouldn't shoot this guy down just yet, who knows.

Molly smiled sincerely. "Yeah you can buy me a drink, that would be fine," she said. "I'm Molly by the way," she added sticking out her hand.

"Mark," he answered and gave her hand a little peck on the back. Had he really just done that. He broke the thought from her head with his next interruption. "I like that, Mark and Molly-its cute."

Molly blushed. "It is cute," she said in a small voice, her eyes glancing off to the side.

"You having one more of the same?" he asked and she nodded. He made the order and Molly couldn't even be bothered to think about the drink, she studied him. Cute face, but her eyes went to the next most logical place: his shoes loafers, clean and no sign of scuffs, a good brand too. That checked out. He was dressed well for this outing but not over dressed and there was no sign of a ring on his finger.

That was all she required to make sure she wasn't barking up the wrong tree. When she turned back to the television there was an advertisement for Graham Norton's Christmas show on and she realized how close it was to Christmas, how far things had come since the last year. She let out a sigh and looked back to Mark. He was pushing her newly placed drink down toward her and then picked up his own and sipped it.

"Did you come alone?" he asked her.

"I was with friends," Molly glanced around for a sign of Saul or Serena and there was none. "I guess they found something better to do with their time, yeah I'm alone then."

"Alone's not bad, I'm here alone too. Leaves some room for people to find someone else alone and not be so alone," Mark said.

Molly laughed. "I'm not the kind to…try not to be alone so fast," she didn't want to break from the metaphor. Maybe this made her come off sounding more prudish.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate that it was just a matter of sex, I'm talking about companionship, someone to talk to," he said.

"I like sex just fine though," Molly blurted out and she couldn't help but noticing she was playing with the stem of her glass in a suggestive manner. Stopping now would be too obvious, so she let it taper off slowly. "Sex can be a part of companionship, I'm not even against it in a casual nature…its just that it has to be someone I know and trust and have some feeling for," Molly said.

She was too forward with men, had always been forward and in 99.99% of the men she came across this was her reaction. The other 0.01%...

"You're a bold one," Mark said.

"You'd be surprised," she said.


Molly wasn't a big woman or even that tall. So its not surprising that the drinks hit her so hard and she had a sneaking suspicion that the real trouble had come somewhere around the time that the margaritas got added to the mix. She was dancing on Mark and had just come to the conclusion she didn't care anymore. These things she worried about normally didn't matter, like the fact that she had taken off her heels and had no idea where they were.

She was far too drunk for them anyway.

Over time Mark had gotten to be a bit more hands on with his approach to her and when he started to kiss at her neck and nibble her ear she wanted to tell him to stop but it didn't seem like the right thing to do because maybe he was just having a little fun, maybe it had been too long for him (and for her too).

It didn't feel right though, even drunk it felt too fast and ambitious for the man she'd talked to about Toby while she sat at the bar sipping the first of many drinks. And the dancing became groping when he cupped her breast and tried to snake a hand around her thigh. "Stop, just stop it," the reply was curt and serious. The fun was over.

"What's going on," Mark said, his face muffled in her hair.

She wrenched her head to the side to put distance between them, anything to break contact. But her efforts were dulled by the alcohol. "I told you once I'm not looking for that," she said.

"Come on, live a little, Love."

"Stop, less you want bloody fingers. I'm on me period," she lied. She really was drunk, her mys were becoming mes and she was openly lying with little problem.

His hand didn't progress but it didn't recede either and she elbowed him in the stomach and stepped away. The floor seemed to be out to trick her, it was hard to tell just how far from the ground she was with each step and the flashing lights didn't help. Everything was hot and blurry and she turned to face him. "I think I'm done, really," she said.

Mark grabbed for her wrist and she scratched him in the face, hard. He screamed and jerked back. With all of the concentration she could muster she bolted for the bathroom and locked herself in one of stalls. She didn't know why she did what she did next, maybe it was the odd mix of bravery, fear and panic.

Molly excavated her mobile from between her breasts and phone Sherlock Holmes. "Hello, Sherlock," shockingly her voice had never seemed to clear with him before.

"Doctor Hooper, is there something matter?" he asked. "You're in a pub or club?"

"I'm right up the street from you, there's a man and I think he slipped something in my drink," she said right away. The facts on date rape drugs played in her head. "GHB I think, I haven't had anything to drink in thirty minutes but this feels wrong," she said.

Sherlock sighed. "Stay where you are, turn on your mobile's GPS and take a picture of your location, send the picture to me and I'll pull up the exact location," he said.

Molly nodded.