Do not own Our Girl. Nothing to do with me...

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A/N: Another one of my Mollys...storys. Sequel to Molly's Choice and Molly's Nightmare, but can be a standalone story.

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Molly Dawes had been dancing all night. There was always someone grabbing her hand and pulling onto the dancefloor of the nightclub. She sat up at the bar, her face strobed by lights as she finished the rest of her drink.

She fished out her phone from her handbag and checked whether she had any messages from the baby-sitter that was looking after Esther. There wasn't.

A chorus of 'hey you, why aren't you dancing' was then ringing in her ears and trying to carry itself over the loud music.

"Just checking to see if anyfinks happened at home with Esther"

Tracey watched her put the phone back in her bag, "Esther's fine! Look...YOU needed a night out and Carols hen doo was just the ticket"

Molly nodded, "Yeah I know"

She stood up and in her ridiculously shiney high heels, trotted over towards the others. Carol was looking worse for where slumped in the corner with her skirt up her crack. Molly pulled a face, "How many as she had!"

Pippa turned as she tried to wipe away the sick dripping in clumps from Carol's chin, "about 15 Vodies going by the look of her"

"AND the rest!"

Molly went forward and grabbed hold of Carol's right arm as Pippa grabbed the left and got drunk Carol off from the chair, "Better get a taxi and get her home", cried Molly over the music, Pippa nodded agreeing.

Outside in the cool night air, Carol was sick again on the pavement. Passers by looked at her in total disgust. Tracey turned as she wrapped her leather jacket around her, "Hey Molls, we better take her back to mine...her Mums gonna freak if she wakes up and sees her like this"

Molly nodded and was trying to flag down a passing cab with no success, "Knew we should've booked a cab earlier, I DID say", she said in that told you so voice Tracey couldn't stand.

Tracey pulled a face at her, "Allright Molls...we cant all be pissing perfect like you can we"

Molly rolled her eyes as she kept a look out for a cab, "Oh not this again Trace...look, I'm just the same as all of yous"

"No you not...you are trying to take over like you always do...I know you've got a kid and that, but it dont mean you can treat us like kids too, let your hair down, for fucks sake"

This went on all the way to Traceys house, Pippa was fed up with it, "Look yous two, knock it off will ya...we are all friends"

Carol was threatening to soil all over the cab and the driver was having a paddy over it,

"that fucking tart better not puke all over my seats, love"

Molly was het up over that comment and had a go back, "Hey, WHO are you calling a fucking tart? Leave off yeah, she's just had a few"

The cab pulled up outside Traceys, and no sooner had the cab been paid up and gone from the curb, Tracey, Pippa and Molly got the drunken bride-to-be inside the flat.

In the flat, Pippa was making black coffees. Molly was rubbing her toes, "My feet are killing me after all that dancing"

Tracey huffed and pulled her hair back, "Oh for fuck sake Molls just chill out and stop acting like some old bag will ya"

Pippa came in with the coffees, "Hey lets not get heated yeah..."

Molly pointed to Tracey on the couch, "It's not ME, it's HER!"

Pippa was trying to be the calming influence, "look...Tracey...Molly's had a rough time, she deserves to let her hair down"

Tracey gave her a WTF look, "Excuse me...it's HER doing all the moaning...dont drink this, dont drink that...fucking hell, it's like having your mother out with ya...I know she's had a rough year, but how much longer are we gonna be saying 'poor Molls, her kid was snatched and that'...move on...nobody cares"

Molly was in her face, "I CARE!"

Pippa was grabbing her arm, "Molls...look, lets just all calm down yeah, no wonder everybody else did one earlier, they got fed up with you twos bickering"

Tracey stood up, her makeup smeared across her face, "Well...it's her giving it all that...just because she's got a kid that went missing, she's having the whole estate run round after her, it's not on"

Molly shook her head, "You dont know what I went through...you weren't even there"

Tracey raised her eyebrowes, "and I'm glad I wasn't...I'm telling yah Pippa, you should never have taken her on at the salon...she still finks she's in the Army barking out her orders"

Carol was then in the door way looking like she had crawled over a weeks worth of rubbish, "I feel sick guys..."

Tracey turned to her, "Ohhhh...get her outta here...mopping up after that stupid cow...", she got in Carols face, "I sucked his cock love...only last week...you really think Dan wants to wait for you to be ready.."

Molly saw red and grabbed her, "That's enough! I'm taking Caz back to mine"

Tracey took the door off the latch, "be my guest..."

Pippa huffed and helped Molly drag Carol out, Tracey called out after them, "...oh and Molls...let me know when Charlie's home from his tour, I'll suck his cock too..."

Molly swung around and grabbed Tracey's hair, the two girls got into a high heel clicking ruckus when the next door neighbour in curlers stepped out the front door and said, "Some of us are trying to sleep..."

"THEN FUCK OFF!", screamed Tracey at her.

Pippa pulled Molly back and said, "She's drunk herself Molls...just leave it"

"Did you hear what she said...?"

"Yes... she wont even remember saying it tomorrow, lets get out of here..."

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The next day, Molly was in the kitchen of her flat and making Esthers breakfast. Sugerpuffs. Carol was in the lounge looking like death-warmed-up.

"How many did I have Molls..."

Molly gave her two aspirin and a glass of water, "too much, that's how much..."

Carol took the tablets and looked up, "Tracey kicked off, didn't she..."

Molly was very dismissive of her, "Ohhhh she's just a silly cow her...she tries to cause trouble I know her sort"

Carol burst into tears, "She slept with Dan"

Molly came and sat beside her, "She had to get him totally rat-arsed before that girl...she's just a tart...and I telling yah...I'm staying well away from her at work"

Esther was then at the kichen door way, "Mummy I want my breakfast!"

"I'm just onto it sweatheart...Mummy's not forgotten yah"

"Molls...careful...being on the wrong side of Tracey can cause allsorts of grief"

"I'm not scared of her, what trouble can she cause me? I woz in the Army mate...I've seen and dealt with worse than her..."

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