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Elsa sat at the bar, nursing a vodka and cherry coke that, by her request, was mostly cherry coke. It was finally Friday after a week from hell and she really just needed a drink, but sitting at home drinking alone seemed kind of pathetic. No more pathetic than drinking alone in a crowded bar, she thought to herself. She grimaced slightly, swirling the stirrer around, stabbing at the cherry in the bottom of the glass.

The bartender, Kristoff, was a friend. Well, as much of a friend as Elsa could consider a man who took care of her alcohol needs three or four times a month. "So, Els, what brings you in tonight?" he asked conversationally.

Elsa glanced up triumphantly from the cherry she had finally managed to skewer. Why the burly blond man insisted on shortening her already short name was beyond her, but she humored him, "Shit week," she replied simply, "Didn't want to drink alone." He was the closest thing to a friend she had right now.

Kristoff chuckled, "Not to point out the obvious or anything, but you ARE drinking alone, Hon." She hated it when people used such patronizing terms of endearment. She hated it even more when Kristoff was right.

Across the bar, a redhead sat down heavily and called to the bartender, "Yo, Kristoff! Hey! Gimme a double, baby. I'mma get hammered," she near shouted.

The bartender smiled at the redhead, "Seems like you kinda already are, Kiddo," he said, turning back to Elsa.

Kristoff looked at the blonde, "Can you do me a favor and just follow my lead? I gotta keep an eye on this one." The man stared at her with a pleading look in his eyes until Elsa was forced to nod.

The blonde woman stiffened on her stool, glancing over at the already quite looped girl, "What's wrong with her," she asked.

Kristoff chuckled, "Nothing, really. She just..." he glanced between Elsa and the redhead, "Well, let's just say that Anna has had a shit week too," he concluded with a smile as he turned toward the loud newcomer.

Elsa did not want to be helpful. She did not even want to think. She certainly did not want to take care of a drunk stranger tonight. All she wanted to do was sulk and have a couple drinks; but before she could respond further, Kristoff spoke up, "Anna! How are you doing, feisty pants?" he whisked over to the redhead's side of the bar and began whispering to her.

The girl peered over Kristoff's shoulder in Elsa's direction and asked loudly, "What's wrong with her?"

Elsa could not help but chuckle, somewhat bitterly, at the question, "Where should I begin?" she muttered to herself.

Kristoff poured up a drink for Anna. "Yes, Babe, it's a double," he assured her, winking at Elsa. The glass was filled with nothing more than cranberry juice. He set the beverage on the bar at the seat beside Elsa. Anna was unlikely to notice the lack of alcohol, in her already fairly drunken state. The blonde glared at him. "Please, Els? No one should drink alone," he spoke quietly so the approaching woman did not hear. Elsa sighed and nodded again, at least Kristoff was not giving the girl any more alcohol.

She smiled politely as the younger woman made a slightly wobbly path to the stool beside her. Anna plopped down on the seat and picked up her drink, sloshing the juice down the sides of the glass, "So," the redhead began, "Kris says you could use some company. Had a rough week, huh? Me too," she said, taking a long swig of her cranberry juice. She eyed the drink suspiciously, then motioned Kristoff over, "Hey, Kris! Is this a double or what?" she questioned.

Kristoff looked caught, "I...um...Anna, look..." he tried, but Anna held up her hand.

"It's ok, Kris, really. I've never been one to complain about extra booze," she said, grinning. Kristoff and Elsa exchanged a look. How much had this girl had to drink?

Elsa shifted uncomfortably on the stool, "So, Anna," she began, "Um...what do you do? Tell me about yo..."

To Elsa's surprise and relief, the redhead interrupted her, linking their arms, "What are you drinking, anyway? Why is it empty? Kris, get over here! How can you let my dear best new friend's glass sit here empty? Was it cherry coke? And vodka, maybe? You look like a vodka kinda girl. I love cheeries. Ha! I mean cherries...and vodka," she rambled, looking at the empty glass in front of the blonde.

Elsa noticed that the girl's speech was getting slightly more confused and slurred.

Anna reached over and pulled the stirrer from Elsa's glass and brought it to her mouth, taking the cherry between her teeth. Elsa might have been annoyed by the girl's forwardness if she had not been momentarily captivated by her actions.

The blonde shook her head to clear her mind and smiled, pressing Anna's own glass into her hand, "Bottoms up, Anna," she said with a wink. She really hoped the girl would sober up soon.

Anna drained her glass in one large gulp, "I like the way you think," the redhead said leaning against Elsa, "Kris, give my friend here another drink. And mee too. I'm going to the bathroom. Be right back." The girl pulled herself close in to her blonde bar-mate, "When I come back, we're gonna dance," she said, running her tongue over her lip. Elsa felt her jaw slacken as Anna turned and drunkenly flounced toward the back of the bar.

The blonde spun around to face the bartender, "Kristoff, Jesus! This girl is trashed. She needs to go home before something happens or someone ELSE takes her home." The blonde gestured randomly around the room. It was true, there were ample single guys milling around the bar. Any one of which would happily take Anna home. Elsa felt her chest tighten as she thought about how vulnerable the redhead was in her current state, "Can you at least call a cab for her?"

The blond man frowned, "She won't ride in a cab alone," he began, staring at the blonde.

"Oh, no way, Kristoff. I have a car. I have had one drink...over an hour ago...Come on! I don't want to babysit a drunk girl," Elsa tried. Kristoff shrugged, picking up the phone to call a cab. Elsa wanted to leave before she got sucked into this any deeper. Who wants to take care of a drunk stranger anyway?

Just then Anna reappeared and grabbed Elsa's arm, "Come dance with me," she purred against the blonde's ear.

Elsa felt her skin heat up as Anna breathed against it, a shiver ran down her spine. She turned to look at the girl, her face tinged red, "Thank you, Anna, but I don't dance," she stated very matter-of-factly.

Anna pouted, "Welllll, you just never dannnssed with me." The redhead slurred, tugging insistently on Elsa's elbow, swaying her hips, "I wanna dannsssse. Come on. Please?" The redhead pressed her body against Elsa's, still pulling her toward the dance floor.

Elsa cast a desperate glance at Kristoff, who was smiling from behind the bar, as though he had just struck gold. Quickly, he spoke up, "Anna, wait a sec. You don't really have time to dance tonight. I called a cab for you. See, Elsa here has had a hard week and is ready to go, so I thought maybe you wouldn't mind escorting her home. Please? Do me a favor, huh?"

Anna scrunched up her face to process what he said, "Shuure, Krisss. I'll take Ellsha hoome," she smiled, pulling the blonde in close, "Pleeze tell me yoore Ellsa." Elsa felt her lips smile against her will, her face hot, she took the girl by the hand, "Yes. I'm Elsa."

The blonde whipped out a credit card to settle her and Anna's tabs with Kristoff, making mental note to get even with him for this...somehow. She led Anna out front to the waiting cab. Kristoff smiled at the blonde as she walked away with the redhead, "You're a good friend, Els, really," he called after her, "See you two later." Elsa rolled her eyes at the comment and waved half-heartedly at the boy as she struggled to keep the redheaded girl upright on the walk to the taxi.


The taxi ride might be interesting...we'll see. Reviews and questions, suggestions comments and rude remarks are, of course, welcomed and encouraged. :)