A/N: I was going to update Story of Us but I've lost a little bit of my muse and I need a break from Asshole Abbie for a little bit. Thus here is a new story from yours truly. I've had this idea in my head for a while and it wasn't exactly fully put together until now. It's a little different, but I think it'll be a good write/read so I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any unoriginal character in this piece.
"C'mon young blood, we're going on celebrating and stress relieving!" Abbie exclaims as she drags her best friend out of her apartment building and ceremoniously shoves the flustered redhead into the passenger side of her car.
"Abbie, what the hell?!" Casey exclaims as she reluctantly puts on her seatbelt and folds her arms tightly across her chest. "I told you that I'm fine. I just want to enjoy a quiet Friday night with a book and the radio playing softly in the background; NOT where ever you have decided that you're going to drag me to."
Abbie makes a face and shakes her head. "Nonsense. You've been on the job for a week and one, we never official went out to celebrate you joining the ADA club, and two, it's been a week and you're already stressed out. I can see it in your eyes. You need to loosen up and I know just the place that's gonna do it. I just hope you brought cash."
Casey raises her eyebrows in suspicious and turns towards her best friend with a look of slight confusion. "Cash? Why would I need cash?"
"Just trust me on this one. You'll love it. I promise. Have you ever not loved anything that I said you were gonna love?"
"Well…there was that one time that you told me-"
"EXCEPT that?"
Casey purses her lips into a thin line and folds her arms once more. "No I guess not then. But seriously Abbie, I had just intended on staying home tonight. What's so bad about staying at home with a book?"
"It makes you look like a hermit." Abbie deadpans as she slows down and stops at a red traffic light. "C'mon Case. Live a little. Experience the luxuries of the nightlife of New York! You've got a kick ass job, and you're practically fresh out of law school. Do you know how much of an accomplishment that is?"
"Two years is hardly fresh Abbie."
"It is in this line of work. They don't just hire ANYBODY to be ADAs you know. You've gotta make an impression and you've gotta earn it and you've done just that. You're obviously good at what you do because if you weren't, Liz wouldn't have even thought about hiring you; not even as a janitor."
A bashful blush appears on Casey's face and she is glad that it is well on into the evening and Abbie can't exactly see her blushing. "I guess you're right. I just…I don't know. It's a lot to get used to still. I'm not sure if the detectives at the 1-6 like me at all. Hell, I'm not even sure if the other ADAs in the office like me at all."
Abbie snorts humorously before she chuckles and shakes her head. "The detectives at the 1-6 are a special case. Before you, I worked most of their cases, and before that, it was pretty much a revolving door of ADAs. They just gotta get used to you, that's all. When you say 'other ADAs', are you talking about Kim and Rena? Nah, don't let them give you a hard time, they just gotta get used to you too. Serena probably has this thing in the back of her mind that she thinks you're gonna try to be moving in on Olivia. As for Kim…well, Kim is just like that. She doesn't get used to new people that well. I think it actually super cute."
Casey raises an eyebrow as a well satisfied smirk spreads across her face. "You have a thing for her don't you? I never knew that scary, blunt, and dangerous was you're kinda turn on."
"Hey, those are the things that make her hot, alright? Just don't mention that to her. I don't want her to go thinking I'm a creep or something."
"YOU? A creep? Never!" Casey gasps sarcastically as she places her hand over her heart in exaggeration.
Abbie rolls her eyes at her best friend's sarcasm. "You've been hanging around me too long, Novak. Your sarcasm is starting to become a sickness."
Casey grins widely and shrugs her shoulders innocently. "I learn from the best, Carmichael. I learn from the best."
The two continue on in conversation before Abbie pulls up to a rather large venue with bright flashing lights on the outside and several cars lined out front. Casey raises her eyebrows in confusion and curiosity once more when Abbie ushers her out of the car and tosses her car keys to the waiting valet who she seems to be familiar with.
"You've dragged me to a nightclub…" Casey mumbles as she follows closely behind Abbie as they make their way towards the door.
"Something like that." Abbie responds smugly before she greets the tall, muscular man standing at the door. "Hey Mack! I didn't know you were working tonight!"
"Picked up an extra shift. Gotta pay those bills right?" The large man laughs fully before he notices Casey. "This a lady friend of yours Abbie? She's cute, I could see why you would go for her."
Abbie glances at a blushing Casey and fights the urge to double over in a hysteric fit of laughter. "Nah man, just my best friend. Tryin to get her to loosen up a bit."
"I see. Well, go right on in. I'm sure the ladies have been waiting for ya. You ladies have a good time."
"Thanks Mack."
Casey follows closely behind Abbie as they enter the club. There are lights flashing everywhere and she can practically feel the loud thump of the base radiating through the air. As she glances around, she sees several women walking around in probably too high, high heels and more than revealing clothing. It isn't until a few seconds later that it dawns on her where she is.
"Abbie! Did you seriously kidnap me out of the confines of my apartment and drag me to a strip club of all places?!" Casey hisses angrily into the brunette's ear.
"Would you relax?!" Abbie explains coolly as she rolls her eyes. "Just ease up a bit Case, you'll be fine."
Casey narrows her eyes and folds her arms tightly as she starts mumbling to her self. She has never been to a strip club before in her whole entire life, and she's sure she never would have if she hadn't met Abbie freaking Carmichael.
Abbie glances back at her best friend and shakes her head as she musters an amused chuckle. "Try not to look so uptight and like you have to use the bathroom. You might end up making the ladies uncomfortable."
"Just how many times have you been here?" Casey questions with a raise of an eyebrow.
"Maybe a couple." Abbie shrugs nonchalantly as she puts her hands in her pockets.
"Hi Abbie." Two girls wearing g-string thongs and bikini tops chorus smoothly as they walk past in nearly eight inch heels.
Casey raises an eyebrow and turns back to her best friend with a serious expression. "You do realize that Kim isn't going to go out with you if she finds out you're a regular at a lesbian strip club.
Abbie rolls her eyes and gives her best friend a slight shove. "Oh shut up. Okay so I might come often, but that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting you to loosen up and have some fun. Like I said before, I sure hope you brought some cash."
Groaning considerably, Casey tries to fight as Abbie drags her through the venue of patrons and right up to a table by the main stage. She has literally never seen so many half dressed women in her life and a feint blush creeps onto her face when she finds that she is actually a tiny bit turned on.
Casey shifts uncomfortably as she sits next to her best friend who causally mingles with practically any and all of the dancers that walk by. She sighs and takes a small sip of her cocktail before turns to Abbie who seems to be tucking a folded twenty dollar bill into a girl's waistband. "Abbie, seriously? Just how much money do you drop on these kinds of things?"
"Enough." Abbie responds with a shrug.
Rolling her eyes, Casey sits back in her chair and crosses her arms, wishing that the evening can be over so she can simply go home and read like she had intended on doing to begin with. She is about to open her mouth to protest when a certain dancer walking in their direction catches her eye. The woman is tall, slender, blonde, and ha a body to die for. In all honesty, Casey has never seen a woman so beautiful and her throat immediately goes dry. She rolls her eyes and directs her attention else where when the woman saunters over and plops down in Abbie's lap.
"And just how is everyone's favorite customer this evening?" the blonde asks as she loosely drapes her arms over Abbie's shoulders.
"Fine and good, Angel. How about you, Baby? You dancing tonight?" Abbie responds with an inquisitive raise of her eyebrow.
The dancer called 'Angel' pouts and shakes her head before she lets it rest to the side. "I'm afraid not baby. You'll have to catch me some other time. I can however extend a few of my…other services to you?" she purrs before grinding her hips a little to tease the brunette.
Abbie moans deep in her throat and is about to take the blonde up on her offer before another idea clicks in her head. "As good as that sounds sweetheart, how about a little something for my friend over there? See, she just got this new job and we're out here to celebrate but I'm having a little trouble getting her to loosen up. You know, get her to let her hair down and relax. You think you can do the job?"
Angel gasps and places her hand over her heart as she feigns hurt. "I'm a little wounded that you have to ask. But you know, it's going to cost her. I don't just get people to relax for free you know."
"Just put it on my tab and keep the change." Abbie purrs as she reaches into her pocket and slides a hundred dollar bill into the blonde's waistband.
"Mmm, now you're speaking my language." Angel replies, sliding off Abbie's lap as she saunters her way over to the nervous redhead. Too be honest, she finds the other woman to be stunningly attractive, but she isn't about to let her guard down. Not when she has a job to do. "And how are you this evening?"
"I-I um…I'm good." Casey squeaks, cursing her self for sounding like a complete idiot. Her eyes widen considerably when the blonde moves closer to her and actually begins moving in a seductive motion that is drawing her in by the second. "Um…can I help you?"
The dancer chuckles and shakes her head, her blonde hair flowing freely with the movement. "The question should be, can I help you? C'mon, follow me. Your friend over there paid for you to have a good time."
Casey's eyes widen once again as she finds the dancer taking her hand and leading her towards one of the back rooms. She casts a glare at a snickering Abbie before she swallows thickly and finds her self pushed into a chair in a room with dim pink lighting and soft, thumping music in the back ground. Oh shit.
"So, I'm assuming that you've never really been to a place like this?" Angel says amusedly as she begins swaying her hips seductively to the beat of the music. She giggles when she sees the expression of confusion plastered across Casey's face as she climbs into the redhead's lap continuing to grind and swivel her hips. "You're nervous."
"I'm not nervous I just…I don't do this." Casey replies as she awkwardly clears her throat. "Um, look. I don't mean to ruin what you do or anything, but I…isn't really my kind of thing."
Angel snorts before she shakes her head. "Pfft, yeah, I can tell." She mutters as she shakes her head once again.
Casey bites down on her lower lip as she sees she has slightly flustered and irritated the blonde. "So…what's your name?" she asks after a long moment of extended silence.
"Angel." The dancer replies robotically as she continues on with the lap dance.
Casey frowns and purses her lips before she shakes her head. "Is that your real name? I mean, if it is that's a nice name, but something tells me it's not. I've never really heard of a stripper that actually went by her real name. Um…my name's Casey. You?"
The blonde purses her lips tightly and stops her movements completely. "Why do you want to know?" she asks tightly as she tilts her head.
"I don't know. Just trying to get to know you I guess. We can just talk. You still got paid and this way you don't have to work."
"I don't need a talking companion. I have a job to do."
"I just want to know your name, that's all. Your real name."
The dancer sighs heavily and glances off to the side, her lips still pursed into that tight thin line. "My name is Alexandra." She says quietly, so quiet that if Casey wasn't so close, she probably would have missed it.
"Alexandra…" Casey says to her self testing the name out. "That's a nice name. Do you go by Alex?" she then asks, smiling slightly when the blonde hesitantly nods. "Even better. Um…if you don't mind my asking, why are you stripping?"
The glare that Casey gets is deathly and Alex immediately climbs out of her lap. "That's none of your business and I'm not going to sit here and waste my time if you're just going to sit there and probe with your stupid questions." She spits venomously before she spins on her heel and exits the room.
Casey makes her way back into the club and plops back down in her seat next to Abbie. "Did you know her real name is Alex?"
Abbie raises an eyebrow and tilts her head to the side as she slowly nods. "Yeah, I did, but how'd you get her to tell you that?"
"I don't know. I just kind of asked and she told me. I don't know what it is Abbie, but there's something about her that's different."
"Different how?"
"I don't know. It's almost like she just doesn't belong in a place like this."
Ooo interesting right? Leave your thoughts?