Title: Babysitting 4

Fandom: Blade The Series

Pairing: Krista/Chase

Rating: M (Eventually)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well one or two shiny things but unfortunately neither Krista or Chase are mine.

Krista felt great. Better than great. What's a word better than great she asked herself.
"Chase what's better than gr....?"
"Chase?"

Oh yeah Krista grinned goofily to herself, she's at the bathroom.
Krista deducted that she was most definitely drunk. Well, drunk would have been maybe an hour or two ago had she stopped and went home like a clever sane person.
This was far beyond drunk, a few moments of clarity between constant giggling and cheering.
This can't be good Krista thought seriously sitting herself upright in the chair.
She grinned goofily again.
"Oh well..." Krista said out loud to no one in particular.

What the hell was keeping Chase anyway. She had been in there for ages, okay maybe only a minute or so, but still what was she doing, flirting with someone in there? It would be very Chase, Krista acknowledged.
Krista felt a twinge of something in the pit of her stomach. Could it be jealousy? She pushed that thought away.
"Way to drunk" She whispered looking at her almost empty bottle, a few more glasses and it would be gone, she was looking forward to winning that little bet.
"Hmm" Krista reconsidered.
"Or...not drunk enough" With that Krista poured another glass for herself and sipped at it.

Krista had a reasonable view of the bathroom entrance from where she sat, she tried to focus on single sounds to see if Chase had indeed met someone in there.
Krista doubted Chase would think it inappropriate to have a sneaky drink if it was offered...and not of the alcoholic kind.

At that moment Chase walked out looking sexy as ever.
Krista shook her head.
"Bad thoughts...ssshh" Krista laughed at the fact she was talking to herself.

As Chase walked back to the booth they were at her eyes seemed to lock on to Krista's.
Chase's walk was more of a strut, a parade for all to see. Well who wouldn't want to see Chase's perfect ass Krista thought. At that moment though Krista didn't feel like Chase was seeking attention from anyone other than her.
Krista was sure that Chase was giving her her own private, or not so private if the attention of the population of the bar was considered, show.
Krista smiled and bit her lip lightly, unconsciously licking her lips once after.

Chase smiled seductively at her.

Krista clenched her fists in a weak attempt to restrain herself. Why did Chase have to be so damn appealing Krista questioned in her head.

Chase was only a few tables away now and Krista was anxious for her to return to the table for reasons she wasn't entirely sure of.

Just then, some drunk idiot reached his hand out and slapped Chase's ass.
Krista fumed. She was entirely enraged and didn't know specifically why. Every cell in her body was screaming at her to do something. How dare he touch Chase like that?

Chase paused and turned her head slowly towards the drunk man.
She glared at the man.
"Very unwise...even for someone like you" Chase spoke calmly and he laughed with his little gang of friends.

Krista couldn't believe the audacity of this waste of space. Invading and Insulting. Did he know who he was talking to. He was hers.
Krista pounced out of her seat and was at the man's table in less than a second.
Chase looked at Krista with a bewildered smile on her face.
"Krista what...?" Chase began but before she had even finished Krista had growled loudly at the man. Protectively. Predatory.

"Apologise to her. Now. Think carefully of what your going to say you piece of shit, they may be your last words." Krista spoke in a tone so intimidating it gave Chase goosebumps. Not something that happens often to her.

The man looked seriously at Krista, no doubt due to her tone, then to Chase then back.
He took a few seconds to gather his thoughts.
"Your right, I'm sorry. I didn't realise that this little dyke here was yours otherwise I would have smacked your ass first then hers. But hey there's plenty of me and my buddies to go around..."
The drunk man paused and then laughed loudly like a pack of hyena's with his little gang of friends.

Krista took a deep breath.
"You know, I was kinda wishing you would say something like that."

The man sputtered between laughs.
"Oh really honey? And why's that then?"

Krista looked at him directly.
"So I don't feel guilty about doing this..."

Before the man had even registered the words Krista had grabbed him by his collar lifted him out of his seat so he was standing briefly and then punched him in the face with enough force to break his nose and drive him backwards into the table of his friends smashing all the drinks on the table on the way.
Chase burst out laughing.
"Now there's something you don't see everyday"
Krista looked at her checking quickly that she wasn't hurt.
"Are you okay Chase?"
Chase took a step closer to Krista.
"I've never been better Krista"
"Good, because I think we may have a spot of trouble." Krista added.

Chase nodded and looked at the group of drunk men and women.
"But you know how much I loooove trouble" Chase grinned predatory.

Krista mirrored the grin.
"No teeth. No drinking. No killing. Everything else is fair game. Got it?" Krista finished seriously.

Chase rolled her eyes and arched her eyebrow at Krista.
"You really love taking all the fun out, but yeah why not. Not been in a decent brawl in a while. Bar fight seems the way to go."

By this point the drunk man had been helped up by his drunk friends. A few of the men had spread out a little and two of the women had picked up pool cue's. There were maybe twenty to twenty five of his little gang. What the hell were they, bikers? Couldn't have picked a better table I suppose Krista mused.

The two women came running at Krista first.
Krista simply punched the one on the left with the side of her fist knocking her half way across the bar and the other got an elbow to her face while she grabbed the cue and threw it to Chase.
Chase took both parts and launched them into the wall behind her.
"Pointy is bad Krista" Chase whispered.

"Let's get it on..." Krista joked.
Chase eyed her curiously and added.
"I'll take you up on that at a later date."

Three of the men came charging toward Krista and Two at Chase.
Chase licked her lips and put a boot in the first mans face and an unbelievable punch into the second.

"Even now Chase, in the middle of a bar fight? With some weird biker gang called..."
Krista grabbed the first guy attacking her and headed him turning him around instantly to check what his denim jacket logo said then pushing him away no doubt unconscious.
"A gang called 'The Night Riders', somewhat ironic don't you think? But yeah even now, your still thinking about getting into my pants?" Krista shouted above the noise.

Chase ran forward grabbing both men who were attempting to get Krista from behind, she pulled them back instantly and clashed there heads together throwing them against the wall behind.
"Of course dear. Never miss an opportunity." She put her hand on Krista's lower back and whispered into her ear.

Krista shivered slightly.
Filled with an entirely different adrenaline rush Krista continued to work her way through the stampeding idiots.
It only took a few minutes. No more than ten. Lightweights Krista laughed to herself.

"So any more takers?" Krista inquired.
"No, hmm there's a surprise."

The bar staff were clearly bewildered as to how two women could have caused all that chaos.
There were about thirty people laying around on the floor, most of which were unconscious or bleeding.
A few people had tried to intervene thinking it unfair but quickly realised Krista and Chase didn't need help.
The waitress cleared her throat.
"I think, think that. That you should lea leave now girls. Don't don't you?" The waitress pleaded more than ordered.

Krista stepped closer to her.
"I'm sorry about this mess in your bar, we will leave in a moment, just need to finish a few things." Krista spoke calmly.

"Sure sure honey, you take whatever you want" The waitress was clearly terrified.
Krista sighed.
"Here" Krista pulled something out of her back pocket.
"Any reimbursement you require for the..."
Krista scanned the bar.
"For the broken pool table, and cues. The broken table and chairs. The smashed lights, the busted jukebox, the new entrance and exit to the bathroom and for the...dismantled alligator head?"
Krista looked at Chase.
"Alligators head? What the hell did you use that for?"

Chase shrugged innocently.
Maybe I don't want to know Krista decided.

"Yes, well as I was saying, um , actually what was I saying? Oh yeah. Re um rum. Yeah payment for all this. Well phone that number and it will get sorted out no problems. Oh and could we get another bottle of Jack to go please? Big one again. Thanks so much" Krista finished feeling rather proud of myself.

Chase simply shook her head at her.
Krista walked over the drunk idiot who had started all of this, well, sort of anyway.
He trembled.
"That's better" Krista mocked.
"Now, I do believe you owe my lovely lady an apology?"

The drunk man huddled against the wall he was against, he looked as though he had a nasty cut on the side of his head a broken nose and probably two black eyes come morning.
"Of course, of course. I'm really really sorry miss. Sorry more than I've ever been. Please, please don't kill me."

Chase looked down at him.
"You really are quite pathetic and if it was up to me you wouldn't be breathing anymore. But that would upset my lady, and I won't do that for a piece of shit like you."
"Boo" Chase whispered and the man screamed like a girl.
Krista looked at Chase.
"He's done"

The man mumbled under his breath something Krista didn't like.
Krista walked over to the man and took his right hand, the one he had slapped Chase's ass with, and snapped it lightly no doubt breaking it and walked away.
The man was screaming.
"How the hell did you hear that?" And then mostly incoherent gasps of pain.

Chase's eyes bulged open.
"Miss Starr I'm impressed."

Krista finished her last glass at their original table.
"I win" Krista announced cheerfully.

Chase smiled and pointed to her bottle which was empty.
"Not this one dear, but points for effort."

Krista looked confused.
"But when...?"

Chase picked up Krista's jacket and directed her towards the exit.
"During the fight. I knew you could handle yourself. Plus, I told you I wouldn't play fair."

Krista frowned momentarily but added.
"Round two then..." And picked up the full bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the counter.

Chase nodded.
"If you think you can go another round with me..."

Both Krista and Chase walked out of the bar. Leaving a half bar full of people amazed.
Chase checked the time. Still a good few hours left.

"So..." Krista began.
"Where to next?"

Chase laughed.
"What you mean your serious? You really want to continue. Krista...you constantly surprise me."

Krista winked at Chase.
"Well I do try"

Chase tilted her head.
"Oh do you, why don't you tell me about that?"

Krista looked up at the sky and took a vast lungful of air.
"How about more alcohol?"

Chase glanced at the bottle. It was definitely enough to get them very very very drunk considering the amount they had already had.
"We may need to head home to drink it though?"

Krista thought for a second.
"Why home? Home means bed, followed by sleep, followed by waking up with one hell of a hangover. Isn't anywhere else opened?"

Chase walked closer to Krista and slipped her arm around her waist.
"You really want to get into another bar fight? Two in one night might look a little suspicious. I'm proud of you though."

Krista nodded.
"Proud? Proud that I managed to beat up a bunch of drunk idiot humans that couldn't keep their hands to themselves, not that I blame them..."

Chase took a deep breath now.
"You don't do you not?"

Krista looked confused.
"I don't do I not not what?"
Chase laughed now as did Krista.
"Okay play it your way miss denial."
"Thought I was miss casual?"
"Your never going to let that one drop are you."
"Never"
"Never's a long time."
"Yeah it is, but with nights like this it seems almost bearable don't you think?"

Chase paused for a second.
"I suppose your right, it kind of does."

Chase tried changing the subject afraid that they might be sobering up. If that was possible with the alcohol content they had consumed.
"So I'm sure glad you weren't around back in the good old days"

Krista stopped walking looking almost offended.
"Why's that now?"

Chase smiled.
"Well, if you had been you would probably have took that drunk idiot outside and challenged him to a duel for the sake of my honour..."
Chase jokingly finished.

Without missing a beat Krista added.
"Yes, I probably would have"

Chase was attempting to take in what Krista had said when their car pulled out in front of them.
"Home time then?" Chase questioned.

"Only if you promise we are still drinking? I've got a bet to win." Krista said.

Chase nodded.
"I wouldn't dream of cutting you off tonight"

Both Krista and Chase got into the car.
As the car drove away three words echoed.
"Music" and "Oh, Champagne!"