A/N

From what I can tell, there aren't many Monica centric stories on here... so, here's my shot at it.

Some inspiration was taken from an RP, .com , but it's not set in that universe.

I don't own anything or anyone.

Please, review! I haven't written a story of any kind in 6 years, so I'm brushing off the rust as I do this.

Dedicated to FlyingPenguinz and blurs of red and blonde - I finally got something up here! :)

"I'm sorry, what - did you say?"

Monica froze from her perch on the sink, finally giving the blonde in front of her her full attention.

Five seconds ago, she'd been ready to murder the girl for interrupting what had been a fantastic party. Boys everywhere... unlimited liquor... no vampires or overbearing Protectors in sight. No snotty Founder locked away in her ivory tower getting off on keeping everyone locked in this prison of a town.

This was her dominion. Here , she reigned.

That is, she had reigned. Up until the bouncy blonde had come barreling into the room where they were doing body shots, screeching for Gina and Monica. She'd grabbed both of their arms, and pulled them away to the nearest room.

Unfortunately, in this particular party, the nearest room had been a bathroom.

Monica had sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, examining her nails while pretending to listen to her friend. In all reality, she was paying more attention to Gina, who had had the foresight to nab some unsuspecting freshman while being abducted by Jen, and was proceeding to have her way with him in the shower.

Much, much more interesting than listening to Jennifer babble on.

That is, until she finally quit rambling, and had spit out her reason for dragging them here.

Monica had dropped the nail file she was fiddling with on the floor, and Gina had pried herself away from her boy toy, and stuck her head out of the shower curtain.

Obviously uncomfortable being the center of attention, Jennifer shifted her weight from side to side, nervously twirling her hair.

"Shane's single, Mon. He's in there with Eve, complaining about it.. I just thought you'd want to know... You know, all things considered and-"

Monica raised her hand, cutting the girl off. She knew what she was going to say, and she didn't want to be reminded of it. She didn't wear failure well. Hopping off the sink, she circled Jen, looking her up and down.

"You're sure. Absolutely certain?"

Jennifer nodded, seemingly unable to decide if she should be spinning in a circle to stay face to face with Monica, or standing still.

Monica paused, one hand on her hip, and the other rubbing her forehead. There had to be a way to make this work to her advantage. Collins had scoffed at her before, but maybe this time.

Before Monica could continue, she heard Gina's voice, muffled from behind the privacy of the shower curtain. "Mon. Don't. I know what you're thinking, and don't be an idiot... Collins is a very bad idea- you know he's still sore about Al- WILL YOU BACK OFF?!"

Startled by the exclamation and the loud noises coming from the shower, Monica exchanged glances with Jennifer. Slowly, the girls advanced on the shower, Jennifer partially hiding behind the brunette's back, for safety. Monica drew back the curtain, and stifled a laugh.

Gina and her freshman were both in various states of undress, but rather than being all over each other, as before, the boy was flat on his back in the shower, with a stiletto carefully positioned in his lower abdomen. Gina was standing over him, a violent look in her eye.

"No. You touch me when I say you can... and then when I tell you to stop... you stop. Or, if that doesn't work... then this little .. this organ you keep talking about me touching? I'll touch it alright.. but I get the distinct feeling that you won't like it."

The younger boy - who looked alarmingly close to tears, whimpered and nodded. Rolling her eyes, Gina turned to the other two, keeping her pointy shoe in place.

"Mon, you cannot be serious."

She didn't say any more, she didn't need to. Monica knew exactly what she was alluding to, and neither one of them cared to re-visit the memory.

Waving her off, Monica shook her head. "It's Collins, G. He doesn't think with his brain like everyone else. He thinks with two things. His stomach... and his penis. Not, unlike your little friend there. " Leaning over, Monica waved at the boy pinned to the floor. He just stared back, unsure what to do.

Sighing, Gina twisted her foot, grinding the heel into him. Yelping, he waved both of his hands desperately, eyes flitting between Monica and Gina, a maniacal smile plastered on the latter girl's face. Satisfied, Monica patted his head, as she would a puppy.

"It'll be cake. Trust me. A few drinks, some flirting, maybe a little heavy petting, I'll have him eating out of my hand. You'll see. " With that, she blew a kiss at the dumbfounded trio, and flounced out of the bathroom.

A dazed Jennifer watched her leave, then turned to Gina, who shrugged. "Jen, don't ask. I have no idea what in the hell just happened... but I get the feeling you've just created a monster. Now.. I have some... business to attend to. You can either leave, or take a seat and watch. Up to you. " A wicked smile spread over Gina's face, as she drew the shower curtain closed again.

Jennifer faltered, unsure of what to do. She gave her makeup a once over in the mirror while she thought the situation over. When what sounded like painful yelps started to emanate from the shower, she made up her mind quickly. Grabbing her purse, and a handful of the mints someone had kept in a container on the counter, she bolted for the door, praying there was still some Rumpleminze left.