A/N: This scene changed a ton of times as I was writing it. First Stephanie was drunk, then they'd had to include Grandma Mazur in their girls' night out, etc. Anyway, this is how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it!

It's Just a One Shot Away

Fight Sickness

One for the Money reference: None, however, what if Stephanie had seen one of Ramirez's fights before meeting him?

One of the Furry Ones reference: "I recognized him from when Mary Lou had dragged me to a fight with her on one of our girls' nights out. Ramirez looked even bigger and meaner than he had giving his opponent a concussion and broken jaw." -Chapter 5

Stephanie POV:

I was going to hurl, I could feel it. My mouth was watery and my stomach was protesting and Mary Lou was bitching at me because I wasn't paying attention to the fight. The funny thing was it was all her fault I was sick in the first place.

It had been one of her kid's birthday and I'd been invited to the party as any favorite surrogate aunt should be. I'd brought a gift and I had even wrapped it myself. After the gifts were unwrapped, Mary Lou brought out the biggest cake I'd ever seen. I pretty surprised considering I usually make it my business to discover any and all cakes; frosting, sugar, and chocolate connoisseur that I am. Mary Lou had given me a small slice of heaven then left the rest of the cake out on the kitchen counter. Before she'd left me alone in the kitchen to eat while she supervised the kids, she told me not to touch the cake. As soon as she'd made the rest of the cake forbidden, I couldn't take my eyes off it no matter how hard I'd tried. Gooey sugar frosting aside, the cake wasn't all that great. The big cake looked a little lonely though, so I cut myself another piece and wolfed it down so Mary Lou wouldn't catch me. One extra piece turned into nearly half the cake which then turned into a sick Stephanie on fight night.

Mary Lou and I were sitting in the stands watching one of Benito Ramirez's heavyweight fights for our girl's night out this week. We were out in Timbuktu, so I really couldn't see what was going on down in the ring that well anyway; that and the annoying ass clown in front of me with the poof of hair. Mary Lou on the other hand had no one sitting in front of her. She was also working on my beer now and getting really into the fight. While she worked out her alcohol and boxing induced madness, I was barely holding my cake.

One of Ramirez's punches snapped the jaw of the other guy and he went down. Blood was gushing everywhere and people were yelling and jumping around. In all of the jostling, I was feeling sicker and sicker. Ass clown was giving everyone high fives like he'd just single handedly won the fight. He turned around and held his had out toward me. I heaved and the cake came back up all down the front of his shirt. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, gave the guy an innocent smile then dragged Mary Lou out of there as fast as I could.

Back in the car Mary Lou turned to look at me, "You ate more than one slice of cake, didn't you?"

I gave her a sheepish smile and just shrugged my shoulders. I was feeling a lot better now and was almost hoping Mary Lou would want to go back in so I could get a corn dog.

"The kids helped me make that cake. Every time my back was turned they were adding whatever they felt like. I thought cooking it would make it fine to eat, but I guess not."