Bree's & Kath's drunk one time
Kathree fun - I started this just for my own personal amusement but I'm happy if someone else likes it too!
Also starts as drunken one time thing, but it will turn into more...
(I want to add that I wrote this little story before I even ever heard of Katherine's actual really happening switch to feminine, honestly, and feel now a bit like having the foreseeing ;)) Also when I wrote, we just started with season 6 here on tv so that's why this is set in some pseudo-future with Bree being divorced from Orson and Katherine still being her friend (well... I hadn't seen the car-scratching episode yet, you see) Here you go!)
Chapter 1
It is another clear and noble night in Fairview, as they always are, when there is an event exclusively organised by the catering company of Bree van de Kamp and Katherine Mayfair. The evening takes place in a glorious ballroom, everything's very chic, and Bree and Katherine are wearing beautiful dresses, as usual, and are just busily running around and checking things here and there. Their staff is busy as well, trying to bring everything to perfection, as to satisfy their perfection-loving bosses, and yet are those two controlling everything, talking to the hosts and chatting with the appearantly very rich guests.
The right time for the official opening is near, and Bree feels again the urge to perfect the arrangment on the buffet table, as she is placing some plates, bowls and cuterly in a perfect straight line, while inside the kitchen, Katherine takes the opportunity to handle the beverages on her own. She just stands next to a table with twelve punch bowls on it, all filled with an red-orange fluid. Katherine turns to Sam, one of the staff:
"Are these the punch bowls for the second table unit?"
"Yeah."
"You go check on the ice, I'll take care of that!"
As Sam goes away, Katherine goes sure he really is out of the kitchen and then takes a bottle of rum. She starts pouring it into the bowls, and puts different doses in every bowle, whispering and smirking, while she's going from one bowle to the next...
"Mr and Mrs Jennson, you could use a bit more to thaw... oh, the mayor, not too much for you, we all well remember last year's christmas party. Mrs Cox - she doesn't have a sense for it anymore anyway. And last but not least, nothing... for us. Bree can tell me as often as she likes that she's over it!", she smirks, finishes and leaves the kitchen. In comes Phil, another staff member, and he tastes the punch by taking samples with a ladle. When he comes to the last bowl, he suddenly gets an unhappy look on his face. He puts in a pretty good dash of that rum, then tries again and now looks satisfied.
Bree and Katherine had relaxed with perfectioning and went sitting together with some of the guests on a round table when the waiters bring the bowls to all the tables. Everyone's getting a drink from the bowl and takes a sip (or gulp), but when Katherine does she is shocked! Bree on the other hand expresses her satisfaction:
"Very tasty, isn't it? It's a family recipe!" Her face shows a hint of narcissism.
Katherine remains the only one worried, though of course those guests here hadn't experienced Bree at her high times. One of the guests raises his glass to agree with Bree:
"Absolutely delicious!" Katherine's facial expression says "wonderful".
As the evening goes on, they keep on drinking and Katherine gives herself a hard time trying to stop Bree from taking another glass, but doesn't really get successful, however, when Bree once started enjoying her liquore, she can be very insist. The evening goes on and another guest appears at their table and asks Katherine:
"Ms Katherine, would you mind to dance with a rather clumsy specimen?"
She expresses to him that she prefers to stay with Bree, since her awkward condition. Bree laughs out loudly, and finally Katherine gives up and dips into drinking too...
Later...
It's getting late night, and now most of the guests are gone and it's only Bree and Katherine left at their table. Funny faces, loosen postures and tones give a hint about their present condition, and in the background there's already some cleaning staff working. Katherine sighs and says rather tiredly and tipsy:
"Give me one more glass..."
Bree laughs at her, tipsy too:
"No honey, you already had enough, huh?"
"Sooo what? There's nothing expecting me tomorrow, no guy, no kid, not even a bloody cat" She hiccups. "Soo it doesn't matter! I could drink until the morning and no one would mind or care!..."
Bree drunkenly protests onto that!
"I care! I mean, I m your frieeeend!"
"Yoooou! Look at yourself!" Katherine mocks:
'Nooo! I'm not an alcoholic anymore!!' - baby, you are as blue as that ... that ... that jell-o over there!" She hiccups again...
Bree defenses herself:
"Nooo! I just had a little too much, that's all, and stop yelling at me, I'm entitled to get myself drunk as much as you are, Karl is out of town for business and the house is empty. Agaain... Why DID we dress up like that anyway, since no guy asked for a single dance tonight?"
Katherine lays her head onto Bree's shoulder and nestles there, and Bree continues with her speech, but it sounds more like whining now.
"But we still are desirable, right!" She hiccups too. Katherine huddles comfortably against Bree.
"YES! You knooow, ...you look stunning-lyyy tonight!" Katherine looks at her in awe (and a bit jealousy too.)
"What is that dress anyway?" She enviously touches the fabric of Bree's dress.
"So silky, so soft..."
Bree's now very drunk, and she smiles amused and leans herself towards Katherine, whose face suddenly is very close to her own, and Katherine says, a bit prattling:
"You know, I just sat there and was thinking about your hair... " Bree seems a bit absent, as she answers:
"Oh, really...?" Katherine loudly sighs.
"I wanted that hair from the first day I saw you" She hiccups... "Awwwwwww, that hair......"
"...yeah?"
"And that pale teint of yours... awww and those lips..."
Bree laughs out loud and very drunken, when Katherine suddenly asks her with impish tone:
"Did you ever kiss a woman?"
Bree laughs absurdely but gives back:
"Not since first grade in college."
"Oh, that s interesting... because I would do it, you know... you know... Maaaybe I ll switch to women anyway " Hiccups. "I mean, all the men in this street are taken, and maybe I should just try something new! " More of that hiccuping...
"You are ridiculous..."
Katherine fights with her drunkenness. "And now... now it s only us left... do you want to end up as an old spinster?"
Bree protests: "But I have Kaaarl!" Katherine laughs meanly.
"Aaaaaaa ha haa ha! No one HAS Karl! He's probably screwing some younger chick right now!...."
Bree looks like she thinks the same.
"You're right! And I'm sitting here all alone... " Katherine looks a bit upset.
"...well with you. Probably we're destined to end up alone..."
Katherine deeply looks into Bree's eyes for a moment, and finally projectingly sighs:
"To hell with it! Ohhh Bree! Let's do it!!"
She lets herself fall towards Bree and kisses her wildly, letting some glowing monster inside herself take over the helm, until there's a squeeze and Bree's chair collapses and falls down, both women with it. Bree cracks into crazy giggling, and from out of view below the tablecloth comes a flood of kissing noises, pleased smacking and cheeky laughter.
THE NEXT MORNING.....
Bree wakes up in her bed with wild hair going in all directions, on her face an expression of great headache . She moans and rubs her head, as she realizes she's been sleeping naked, and finds her dress in the bed. She turns around to see that Katherine's lying next to her! Katherine's arm is somewhat around Bree's hip, and she is lying in a strange position, only wearing undergarments or something. Bree seems shocked.
Suddenly the doorbell rings, bringing Bree back to reality, (the clock shows 11 o clock) and Katherine wakes up too.
She looks at Bree with no expression, totally freezing in her posture, and asks timidly:
"Bree?"
"Yeah"
"Do you have any idea what happened last night?"
"No"
Katherine looks confused and a bit freaked out.
"What's your last memory?"
A light turns on on Bree's face and she now slowly recalls the night...
"We were sitting at the table... and drinking that punch which was really good... And you were being very nice, saying my dress was beautiful and everything..."
"yeah..."
They stop talking, but turn to and look at each other like they both exactly know!