….PREVIOUSLY…..
Reconsidering it, what they see is a hot sexy momma, who looks quite mad at someone.
Olivia takes a deep breathe walking to the bar. She can't help herself getting more annoyed at the smile that the barmaid sending to her. Calm down!
" Hey, thanks for calling Lucas!"
" You're welcome. Hey , I'm sorry but …. the drinks…" he looks rather embarrassed and then she realizes Eliot must not have pay yet.
" How much?" He looks very embarrassed.
" A lady should never have to do this" She sights and give something like 100 dollars, "Keep the change okay! Have a good night?"
She get towards Eliot and the only thing that warns him about him being in deep shit is Eli's little voice saying " PAPA! Oh ho oh".
What a cheerful and cute way to announce it. A little and warm wave. Far far far from the ocean hurricane that's gonna hit him!
Eli starts to laugh. And wow- that's creepy because Eli seems to understand the situation a little too well for a 10 months little guy.
His father is currently drinking away his….what is he supposes to drink away anyway?
He doesn't even seem to notice that his baby boy is calling him, being held by his girlfriend/ coworker, in the bottom of a bar full of drunk dudes at this hour in the morning.
It seems for him, that's there nothing wrong with that image. Or maybe he doesn't even really see me there!
" Li...Livie! You look so hot ! Are ...you zere? Damn I miss Kay…"
Olivia doesn't understand anything. Actually she prefers not too. She prefers not to look for any interpretation of Eliot words.
A guy grabs her arms as he walks by.
" Damn! Ya sexy MILF!" he laughs and Olivia doesn't know what is the most disgusting, his words or the saliva going down his jaw.
" Put dat baby down! What I'll do with her!" She hears somewhere in the side of the bar.
Jeez, Benson don't kill anyone! That would cost so much in therapy for little Eli!"
" Cutie! What a tasty Chick! I'll fuck her so bad she would beg for me to cum!"
Okay that's enough! Olivia can feel her face getting red. Oh, she is not blushing more like containing herself from assaulting one of those jerks! Lord have mercy!
She knows she's gonna lose her self control if she stays in here a minute more, she's gonna hit something - more like somebody!
"Eliot !" She's really trying here. God knows she's trying hard. Deep breathe. In and out.
Just breathe Olivia!
But her breathe get caught in her throat, when she saw Eliot standing on a table while staggering. He's going to break his neck! And now he has to dance. It's not stupid enough to stand on a little tiny table while being drunk! No! He has to dance! There's not even music! Stupid dumbass! Enough!
"Stabler! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT TABLE NOW! GET DOWN"
Eliot keeps pushing her limits it seems. Each time, she says to herself that he cannot pissed/annoyed/upset her more it do it. Every bloody time.
He looks at her and just smiles. With that stupid grin!
And now he's jumping on the table.
Okay enough of this!
In a fluid movement, the brunette grabs Eliot and pulls him down. Back to the floor! To the reality!
Eliot doesn't look so happy to be down. Especially, since he fell on the floor. And God, he's throwing up on her! On her shoes- well more on feet!
She doesn't even let him talk, she grabs him by his collar and literally drags him behind her. I never thought I'd say that but I hate him right now! She sighs. Who am I kidding! She looks at little Eli, who's currently playing with her shirt. Actually it looks like he's looking or playing with her breast. He does that pretty often. She reads that it's a natural thing for baby who have been separated from their mother. It not exactly the case but you know.
It's like a comforting thing for him. He's looking for proximity. And she certainly not going to refuse it to him. She wants him close to her too. We'll, he looks like he's not disturb by his father behaving like that! God let him not be traumatised by them! Okay, focus! Things could be worse!
She's now outside. In the dirty and wet street, dragging Eliot to her car. God the weather hit her hard! It's chilly, more than what she thought. Thanks god, I put thick clothes on Eli.
Eliot is holding her arms tight. He's snapping out of his ….state? And beginning to fuss.
" I don't ….don't wanna go! I am….a...fool!"
" Yes, you are! Now shut up and hurry! It's early in the morning! Eli should be sleeping!"
" Did.. Kay….Katy….call? I swea…..playin ...to? Too much! "
Now the real thing begins. She's at her car. It's chilly and dark. Eli's still playing wth her shirt. Eliot's still stupid and drunk.
She put Eli down his seat in the car first, she makes sure is safely belted, in a comfortable position and not exposed to the outside air or anything and she gives him a toy so he won't get bored. Okay that was the easiest part! Now the big one!
She tries to grab Eliot and takes him to the seat but he won't be very cooperative. Rambling about random things.
It's been 10 minutes, she's trying to make him seat in the car.
" God damn Eliot! Seat in the car so we can leave! "
" And…..then...thhen….I looked ha….and said I ain't your momma!
She puts her weight on him trying to get him inside the car. Suddenly, he pushes her off so violently that she loses her balance and her face hits the sharp corner of the open door.
Ouch! That hurts!
She lets her emotions getting the best of her and grabs him again. Harder. Eliot turn her around so she's now against the car and holds her wrists tight. Too tight.
" Unhand me Eliot!" her voice is little but sharp. She doesn't want for Eli who finally fell asleep to wake up and especially to see this.
Eliot starts to laugh and shakes her. He thinks this is a game! Stupid man!
He finally let her go..She lets out a moan of pain before she hears.
" NYPD! Is everything alright" a mid thirty woman appears next to the car. She's wearing the NYPD uniform. Her brown hair is a high ponytail and she's not wearing any make - up. On her chest proudly stand her names J.R GARCIA. Damn, I know her!
The officer looks really worried and doesn't feel safe. That why she has a hand on her gun at her waist. Ready to pull it out anytime and to shoot.
Okay, easy!
" Ma'am, is everything right? Did this man hurt you?"
In other circumstances, Olivia would have been surprised. In the good way. She's tough and smart but this is not another situation. And the female officer us just adding to her amount of problems right now.
Eliot makes a fast move toward Olivia again and the officer scream to him to "freeze" while she takes out her gun. God, so much for going home soon.
" Okay Officer. I think there's a misunderstanding here. This is my partner Elliot Stabler and I'm Benson. We work at the 16th precinct, SVU."
Olivia is talking to the officer with the maternel-im-strong voice. A mix between sensibility and courage. Not too sweet. But definitely not too imperative or bossy.
Garcia finally seems to relax, as she sheathed her gun.
" I'm sorry detectives. I didn't recognise you"
Olivia looks to her side, what a image they make. A very drunk and barefoot Stabler, who can't even stand tall and a Benson wearing her way-too-much-revealing nightshirt with a big bruise on her face. Sha can see why the officer didn't recognize them.
" It's okay, officer GARCIA, I can't really blame you!" They shared a laughter mixed with embarrassment and actual amusement. Still it's awkward ! thought Olivia as she finally put Eliot into the seat.
She talks with the officer the time to fastening his belt, she checks on Eli who's now sleeping. Thanks God! Then Olivia and Garcia share nods and she gets in the car and starts up the car to finally bring them home.
Olivia sighs observing the first sign for the dawn. The last thing she thinks fixing her pillow side to a snoring drunk man is that god damn she's tired!
