Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. It belongs to its respected owners.
A/N: I hope you enjoy my story and please review! A sort of sequel to Shattered Glass.
Another Drink
Glinda Upland, noblewoman from Gillikin, she was well bred. Yet she was in the most compromising of positions. People expected her to attend charities, balls and various other social events. She however refused any such invitation. She took out another glass, pouring rather generously from the bottle, she began to drink. She drank down the dark golden liquid. When she had started, she hated the taste but by her third drink she couldn't help but laugh. She needed to forget, forget everything.
She didn't want to think of Elphie, her Elphie. Why did she leave her alone? Why did her Elphie deserted her again?
She loved Elphie possibly more than she had loved anyone. Elphie had been her best friend, the person that had brought out a part of her that she truly liked. She liked who she was with Elphaba. Without her, she wasn't sure what to think.
What was she meant to think?
She had nothing to grasp anymore. Then as tears filled her face as she cried.
"Well there's no need to cry. I thought all would be rejoicing that the wicked old witch had died. Perhaps I was right, save one."
Glinda looked up immediately to see Elphaba sitting on her bed. "How did you? I thought you were dead, that I'd never see you again."
Glinda tried to get up but ended up falling forward in her drunkenness landing in Elphaba's waiting arms.
Elphaba sighed, wiping her tears away gently. "Really you mustn't drink Glinda; it really doesn't fit a proper woman. You look a mess; I always said you couldn't take you liquor."
Glinda's arms wrapped firmly around the other woman, "You are to never leave. I don't care what your thoughts go, if it is to take down the Wizard or any other ridiculous plot. We're doing it together. Do you hear me? I love you Elphaba Thropp and you're never leaving me again."
Elphaba smiled, "Alright my sweet, I will; after all I can't have you being all muddled when you're wanted by all others, to all those nonsense events. I'll stay, but only for you my sweet.