Warnings: This fic shall contain material homosexual in nature(Woo! Kell/Belle!). Should you not be interested in this type of pairing or material, or are offended by it, please get the fuck out. As well, there will be adult language and drinking excessively (this being St. Trinian's) and perhaps a bit of drug use as well, knowing the girls.

Much like the story itself, the title is a Work-in-Progress, so sorry if it changes. Input is greatly appreciated, as are cookies, cakes, and other sweet things of the chocolate variety.

Kelly wore her usual confident, cocky smile, driving as quickly away from the old Fritton fool's gallery as she dared to. Normally she'd have not cared, really, about laws, especially regarding speed, but the less attention they attracted the better. Though the painting had been recovered, obviously, there was no telling if they were still on the search for the thief and honestly, having that much money in the back seat, even if the painting was worth significantly more, was suspicious should they be caught and searched. She glanced briefly back at the case containing the cash, smiling more brightly at their success, and vaguely realized that Flash was attempting to mumble something at her.

Fuck he's going to hit on me again how the hell do I get out of it, after getting him to help She kept the smile plastered onto her face, looking ahead at the road. He mumbled something again, and she casually turned the radio up. Damn, at least I never did more than saunter a bit and smile at him.

"So erm Kell" She continued smiling, though it slipped into her trademark smirk, and merely glanced over at him. He was looking up at her randomly, then away, then at her. "Erm about dinner"

"You know what I'm going to say, Flash."

"Then"

"You'll be by to pick up the shipments next week, won't you?" she interrupted, and barely saw him deflate and mumble an affirmative out of the corner of her eye. "You could always come tonight, you know. I'm sure that Miss Fritton wouldn't chase you away from the girls, all the help you've been"

"Erm no I think I I'll skip this time thanks"

Kelly smirked more genuinely to herself, slowly nodding.

God she's beautiful. Kelly continued dancing randomly next to Annabelle, holding her now finished bottle up in the air as the Banned continued entertaining the girls of the school. The new makeover suited her, almost too well, and she'd found, quite steadily, that it was hard to keep her eyes away when they were near each other. It had been bad enough when Annabelle was still the mousy, timid girl she'd been when entering St. Trinian's. Even then Kelly had nearly crawled atop her a few times. Now she casually, 'accidentally', brushed against the girl next to her, and saw Annabelle glance at her briefly with a smile. Maybe if I seem really drunk really drunk I can pretend to not remember anything tomorrow and see how things go She glanced at Annabelle again, and decided to get some stronger alcohol. Maybe I should be very, very drunk.

"Annabelle!" Kelly looked back as Polly trotted up to Annabelle and, in an uncharacteristic display, jumped on her in a hug. "You were great! I can't believe you knocked out Thwaites Jr! Even Kelly didn't do that on the field."

"I'm pretty sure that the talkie was harder than a hockey ball" Annabelle laughed, and Kelly turned to continue her search for alcohol before the other girl glanced in her direction, missing the look. "I'm getting a drink."

The entire party was, thankfully, loud, crowded, and overflowing with enough alcohol, both their own and 'acquired', so Annabelle didn't seem to notice that Kelly kept either nearby, or in sight, throughout the evening. People were starting to wind down, which meant mostly that girls were steadily passing out at random, groups separated and even the teachers were either out cold or wandered off to some other entertainment. The alcohol had made her bold, or at least foolish enough to think that it was bold, and she'd managed to grab the wrist of a tipsy, and giggling, Annabelle, and drag her up to the roof.

"Are you sure we should," the girl giggled, stumbling a little as Kelly trotted her out toward where the chair and beanbag were, "be up here?... You're sooo drunk" She giggled again, staggering to an unsteady halt to stare out at the dark grounds of the school. "you might fall."

"Ha!" Kelly laughed, loudly, and debated upon falling down into the beanbag. She'd had far more than Annabelle had, and certainly was more hammered but it looked like the other girl was starting to feel more of the effects than she'd been letting on downstairs. "Already am!" When Annabelle turned to look at her in confusion, Kelly had just enough mind to flop down into the beanbag as if in example, not really wanting to even think about what that slip could mean. The newer girl stared still for a moment, as if confused, and began to laugh loudly too. "You're drunk too, 'Belle."

"Belle Belle Belle Belle" Annabelle giggled, and pushed forward, stumbling a little, before falling across Kelly's lap. The Head Girl grunted in surprise at the sudden weight, and was glad that she was probably flushed from the drink, or it too dark, for her new lap-accessory to notice a blush. "I like it. Call me that and I'll call you Kell!"

"You're sitting on me!" Kelly complained, but laughed and nudged almost indignantly at the other girl's knee. "You are drunk." God I hope drunk enough what the hell I shouldn't think shes so drunk but her lips

"I'm happy" Annabelle corrected, giggled, and then shook her head, which made her curling, wavy hair fall into her face. It almost looked like she was embarrassed. " okay maybe a little drunk."

"I'm glad all you had was wine. 'd be hell if you had our vodka." Kelly nudged again, and then when Annabelle actually moved to get up, slung her arms around the girl's waist, merely re-positioning her. The new girl sighed, and made a soft, content, humming noise as she relaxed back against the room on the beanbag that Kelly had made for her, practically curling up across her.

"mm comfy" Kelly blushed again, she had to be, but even if she hadn't been drinking, and the nighttime sheltering her face from easy sight, Annabelle's eyes had closed just briefly enough that she'd have missed it. "Last time we were up here, you hogged this to yourself."

"Well you were the one who sat in the chair, Belle." Kelly corrected, earning another giggle from the girl in her lap. "And I don't need Flash thinking I offer my lap as a seat."

Annabelle's giggles stopped, and she groaned, then she giggled even harder. "He actually hit on my father!" Kelly's eyes widened, and when Annabelle looked at her, she raised her eyebrows in confusion. "I told him the count was gay. 'Very, very gay' I said." Kelly snorted and laughed a little too.

"He's not?"

"I dunno!" Annabelle continued snickering for a bit, then abruptly hugged Kelly's shoulders. "I wanneda make him do it. He's so greasy, and he keeps leering at you."

"Greasy" Kelly had to admit that the conversation, and Annabelle in her lap, hugging her, was certainly helping to burn away the alcohol, though she was a little light headed.

"Greasy." Annabelle nodded in tipsy contentment against Kelly's shoulder, then leaned back into her old position again. "He'd be too heavy to sit on you."

"I fully agree." Kelly said, chuckling a little, her mind attempting to work around the haze of alcohol to interpret the situation.

The newer girl looked confused, paused in thought, for a moment before she leaned forward, nearly nose-to-nose with the Head Girl, and said, very seriously, "I'm not too heavy. I'm comfy." And then she giggled again and leaned back. "And you're drunk!"

"I'm never letting the girls give you our vodka." Kelly determined, eyeing the girl that was quickly sinking deeper and deeper into drunken giddiness. "You just keep getting worse."

"But I'm not too heavy." Annabelle added confidently, and snuggled against her.

"No you're not." Kelly pulled her tighter, drifting her hand across the mostly bare arm of the other girl. "And Flash would be you don't like him?"

"He's greasy and he wants you" She frowned and sighed, then peered up at Kelly, looking a little sleepy. "He's too greasy for you and too heavy."

She's going to freak out in the morning. Kelly leaned up and forward, pressing her lips against Annabelle's, and kissed her for all she was drunkenly worth. She'd never have tried it sober, she knew that much, but she wasn't nearly as drunk as she was going to claim tomorrow. The other girl seemed a bit shocked, and Kelly used that to her advantage, shifting them so that she was laying mostly atop Annabelle, instead of the other way around, on the beanbag. When she finally lifted herself up for air, the other girl's eyes were wide and staring at her, though she didn't look alarmed otherwise. "You're not too heavy no or greasy at all." Even in the dark of the evening, Kelly could see Annabelle's face darken with an intense blush. "You taste good."

"I" Annabelle just stared at her in shock for a moment, and then, finally stuttered out something that passed as a response. " you taste like beer." Kelly remained still for a moment, hovering over the other girl, before starting to chuckle, softly, and lean in to rest her head against Annabelle's shoulder. The girl was still quiet, even as Kelly cuddled a little closer, and finally reached up to place a gentle, sensual kiss against Annabelle's throat.

Kelly held in a groan at the feeling of her head, regretting, somewhat, having indulged so much the previous night. The only thing that kept back that groan, and likely some more colourful verbalizations in complaint, was that she felt a body moving against her, and heard whoever it was starting to breathe quickly, likely in panic. She kept her eyes closed, inhaling deeply to take in her erstwhile bed-partner's scent, and let some of the fuzzy memories from the previous night filter in. She'd gotten drunk, staring at Annabelle. People had started passing out and she led an extremely tipsy, increasingly more intoxicated, Annabelle up to the roof and the girl that had managed to hook her interest from the moment they first encountered each other had told her that she'd only claimed Flash should act gay because she didn't like him being greasy, and interested in her. Kelly wanted to groan again, remembering kissing the other girl, practically crawling on top of her. She heard Annabelle, still underneath where she was comfortably curled against her, starting to hyperventilate.

"Mmmn" Kelly rolled over and stretched, groaning and yawning, her eyes still closed. The girl hadn't thrown her off, or protested, or even seemed alarmed really, when she'd kissed her, other than some comment about beer. She'd done a good bit more than just exchange some kisses after that, and though a good bit of it was still fuzzy, she had a feeling that she'd remember clearly enough once she was fully awake. She did know, though, that she hadn't gotten as far as she wished she had, considering that Annabelle was likely going to freak out now. "Whoever's here, bugger off. I'm sleeping in."

She could still hear Annabelle starting to freak out, and Kelly did her best to appear groggy, half-asleep, and unaware. She curled around a pillow, and belatedly remembered that the reason why she hadn't gotten to go as far as she wanted with the girl was that, though Annabelle had begun to respond, she'd also started to fall asleep as Kelly got her top off, and the Head Girl had opted to get her downstairs and into a bed instead of waking her up more. They'd also happened to leave Belle's shirt behind. "K- Kelly?"

"I'm bloody hung over I dunno why you're in my room, or who you are, git, but bugger off." Kelly groaned into her pillow, really not wanting to deal with rejection at the moment. Maybe if she put it off long enough, Annabelle would drop the subject and there was then potential for getting her drunk again and having a repeat performance, this time preferably without interruption as she was getting to the good parts. I'm a bloody bitch, plotting getting her drunk to take advantage of her.

"Kelly!" At Annabelle's indignant, panicked exclamation, Kelly had to roll to the side slightly and look up at where the girl was standing huddled near the bed, attempting to cover herself with her arms. The Head Girl squinted at her in grumpy confusion, hoping she wasn't being seen through. "Where's my shirt!"

"How the bloody hell should I know?" Kelly groaned, her spirits rising at the possibility of that being Annabelle's only complaint. "Take one of mine sleep." She rolled again to bury her face in the pillow again, but kept her ear open for any other signs.

"I was bloody topless alone with you in your bloody bed!" Annabelle hissed, anger starting to take over from the panic and confusion. "And you tell me to get a shirt and leave?!"

"That's the idea, love. You're keeping me awake." Kelly mumbled through the pillow, and heard the other girl groan in frustration and anger. "What're you doing here anyway, eh?"

"Are you serious?" Annabelle nearly shrieked. Considering that she was starting to rise in volume, Kelly had no choice but to sit up, still trying to look sleepy and pissed off, lest they attract too much attention for her to salvage the situation later.

"Oi, girlie, other'n your damn, bloody shirt, we're both still dressed. I dunno what happened last night and right now, my head as it is, I don't care. Either shut up and go back to sleep, or shut up and get the hell out." Kelly growled, leering at her more than glaring, and hoping that it wasn't noticeable. Polly better damn well be passed out too I'll boil the bint's toes in the first years' beakers if she hits on Belle again.

"Kell you're a bloody bitch, you know that?" Annabelle growled, and stormed toward where Kelly's clothes were to grab a shirt. Kelly remained glaring, secretly shocked into not knowing how to respond, until after the other girl had already stormed out, shirt on but open.

"Bloody hell." Kelly sighed, and fell back onto her bed. Now what was she supposed to do?

TBC