Second fic! This one centered on the theme "sharing a drink". They're drunk, they don't know what they're doing, and they're really happy, that's all you need to know hahaha

I hope you all enjoy!

"To a swell partnership!" She yelled, barely able to recognize her own voice.

"A hell of a good one!" The blonde girl yelled back, raising a bottle of booze up high, almost spilling all the liquid in the process.

Velma Kelly laughed as she slammed and locked the door to her apartment, probably waking all the neighbors in the process; Roxie had tried to balance herself on top of her heels, but she had failed miserably, falling heavily on the couch. Her laugh matched the blonde's as she stared down at Roxie. She was elated, and she hadn't been feeling like this in a very long time.

"It was the berries! I never thought I'd ever do something so grand!" Roxie sighed, gulping down at her half-spilled drink. She barely noticed when Velma joined her on the couch, so close their arms and knees touched.

"I gotta admit it kid, it was pretty good… And we don't look half bad in those costumes you designed" Velma smirked, her speech coming out slower than she intended. She didn't even have the mind to realize she had taken a few more drinks than what she was used to. Which was pretty much, actually, but this night she didn't care; the world could be burning outside the building – tonight she was the center of the universe. Her and Roxie.

"Yeah, you know…" Roxie leaned back on the couch, only to lean forward again and rest her elbows on her knees. Her high-pitched laugh sounded like a chirping bird on a Sunday morning, and it was oddly intoxicating. "I probably wouldn't have done it without ya… So thanks I guess"

Velma's eyes widened as she heard the awkward confession coming out of Roxie's lips; she stared at the girl for a second with an unintentional and very un-Velma like expression on her face, but she smirked anyway. You know what they said; the words spoken while drunk were once the thoughts of a sober mind… She laughed at the thought, which made the blonde laugh along even though she didn't even have a reason to laugh.

"Well, let's drink to that" Roxie stated, reaching for the bottle of cheap hooch they had managed to buy at a speakeasy before heading to Velma's place. But before she could reach the bottle to her lips, the brunet snatched it from her hands, causing a considerable amount of liquor to pour freely on Roxie's chin and brand new show dress.

"You bitch!" She yelled, trying to fetch the bottle again, but it was already out of her reach.

"You've been drinking too much, kid. I don't wanna be the one to hold your hair away from your face as you vomit on my john" Velma retorted, holding the girl's wrists with one hand like they were twigs. She giggled; suddenly finding the sound of her own words very amusing.

"C'mon, just one more sip!" Roxie whined, sloppily trying to fight against Velma's grasp, but none of them really mean it; soon they were both laughing again.

"No! You shouldn't be allowed to drink that much"

"Neither should you!"

"Yeah, but I ain't the one whose chin and chest is dripping with booze, right?"

Roxie stopped squirming against Velma's hands and looked down at her own clothes; the front of her sequined dress was drenched and she smelled like cheap whiskey, but that only made her laugh harder.

"Shit, we wasted so much booze!"

Velma looked down darkly at the blonde girl. She was the image of self-decay; messy blonde hair, smudged make-up and a glistening pair of lips that laughed until the corner of her eyes got watery. The brunet wanted to throw her in the shower stall and demand her to put herself together. But a part of her wanted to play with Roxie like she was a rag doll.

"We can still save some…"

Velma breathed heavily, taking the blonde's arms securely in her hands and carelessly reaching towards the girl. Her tongue licked the alcohol off Roxie's chin, and descended towards her neck. In her drunken stupor Roxie could only laugh, welcoming that tongue that tickled her sensitive skin, and those lips that sucked the liquor from her flesh, followed by a set of teeth that nibbled on the column of her neck. The chirping laughter soon became low moans as soon as the hand that once held one of her arms now unceremoniously stroked between her legs, sending shots of electric sensation across her body.

Roxie tilted her head back. There couldn't be a better way to end her premiere night.

Can they at least once be classy and share a drink in a fancy place like behaved ladies? No, of course not. BAHAHAHA