A/N: This is another response to a fic challenge from Behind A Mask. She did a Van Helsing fic about the same thing (getting drunk) so go look up Behind A Mask and read it.
What if Anna had managed to grab a few bottles of Absinthe before she and Van Helsing fell through the ground?
Absinthe
Anna Valerious shivered in the icy night wind and moved closer to the feeble fire that barely illuminated her tired face.
The muffled snores of Gabriel Van Helsing and the Friar Carl filled the air behind her, Anna shook her head; how they slept in such uncomfortable, cold conditions was beyond her.
Then Anna remembered something that might help her warm up; the several bottles of Absinthe she had managed to seize before she and Van Helsing had fallen through the ground into the Frankenstein Monster's lair.
Rubbing her frozen hands together, Anna reached into one of the deep pockets of the coat Van Helsing had leant her, and felt the smooth glass of the bottle.
She pulled off the lid with some difficulty and took a swig of the green liquid, Van Helsing wasn't watching her this time, so she let herself wince when the strong liquid burned down her throat.
Anna was halfway through her second bottle of Absinthe and more than a little tipsy when Van Helsing woke up.
"Anna?" he said, his voice husky from sleep, "What are you doing?"
"Just having a drink Mr. Van Helsing," Anna replied, "Would you care to join me?"
Van Helsing could never say what compelled him to join Anna at the dying fire that freezing night, just that he felt sure he should.
Anna smiled and handed him an unopened bottle of Absinthe.
But the bottle was never finished.
The sun rose at the cold dawn and the fire went out.
A/N: Well that's all folks, this is One-Shot. Had a funny ending I know, just as long as you understand no one was killed, Anna and Van Helsing were getting it on okay? They are bad.
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