Ok, so this chapter isn't as intense as the others as I thought Elphaba needed to have a little more fun. Woop! But anyway, thank you for reviews, they're much appreciated

Chapter 4

Galinda was lying languidly on Elphaba's bed, staring at the ceiling and absentmindedly curling her hair around her fingers.

Elphaba let herself out of the bathroom and eyed Galinda reproachfully, in the past week it seemed as though the blonde felt the impulse to dominate everything that was Elphaba's –and thrust everything that belonged to her onto Elphaba; just the other day Elphaba had found herself being manhandled into a pink frilly number (A 'magnificent ballgown' were her exact words. Definitely NOT happening.).

The green girl raised an eyebrow, "Galinda, what do you think you're doing?"

Galinda looked up to acknowledge Elphaba's question, saying dryly, "It's Miss Galinda." And, like usual, began to chatter about something else entirely, "Are you going out this weekend?"

Elphaba folded her arms and leant her weight on one foot, "Are you going to get off my bed?"

Galinda shifted onto her stomach and picked up a book from Elphaba's bedside table, flicking through the pages, "No."

She rolled her eyes, "Well then, in answer to your question, no, I'm not going out this weekend, I don't know what made you think I would."

The blonde's sapphire eyes glanced up, "Why not?"

Elphaba released a deep breath and perched on the end of her own bed, "Honestly Galinda, what do you take me for? What would give you the idea that I would ever remotely consider going out and making a fool of myself?"

Not looking up from the book, "Because I'm inviting you."

Just a little startled, Elphaba huffed and rose to her feet, muttering under her breath, "Well I'm not going."

Galinda smirked to herself and carried on 'reading'.

*

Saturday night. AKA The Weekend, Elphaba was slouched indignantly in a pub chair, her arms folded defensively across her chest and her eyes flitting around the room. Why had she given in? Why hadn't she stood her ground? Normally she was such a strong willed and stubborn person, yet here she was; sitting in a stinking sticky pub, with an untouched glass of wine and trying to make up an excuse to get her out of this horrid predicament.

When she had asked Galinda why she had bothered inviting her, the blonde had thrown the curve ball, "We're friends, aren't we?" -How had Elphaba ever just taken her for another dumb blonde? This girl was good.

Galinda was gone to the bar, though Elphaba knew for a fact that she hadn't brought any money with her. Flirting was Galinda's currency. Shifting uncertainly in her seat, she attempted to outstare Miss Shenshen, who was eyeing her green hands reproachfully. Unable to hold it back, Elphaba grinned at her wickedly, Miss Shenshen's eyes widened and she snapped her head away. Laughing silently to herself Elphaba turned back to watch Galinda walking precariously with two small shot glasses in each hand.

Elphaba watched her place them delicately on the table, "I hope you're not expecting me to drink that."

Galinda simply giggled and pushed one towards her, "Ready? On three;"

Her blue eyes were twinkling mischievously, Elphaba didn't trust that look at all. She raised both eyebrows and folded her arms resolutely, "I've already told you I'm not drinking that."

Quirking a smile Galinda raised her glass, "One..."

Elphaba shook her head slightly.

"Two..."

Her lips twitched.

"Three!"

At the last minute Elphaba lunged for the glass and all but threw the contents down her throat, instantaneously coughing and spluttering, her eyes watering. She looked around and swigged down the first thing she saw; her glass of red wine.

Galinda was watching these goings on with the highest amusement as she sat completely unaffected by her shot, with a sweet smile she asked, "Feeling ok?"

Elphaba's face was flushed as she placed the large empty wine glass on the table, she gasped, "What did you give me?!"

"Absinthe."

Miss Milla leaned in from the other end of the table, malicious with drink, "You're supposed to see a green fairy. Miss Galinda, would you consider Miss Elphaba to be a fairy?"

Turning her head towards Elphaba with a completely straight face, she murmured, "Of course I would."

Elphaba blushed profusely and looked down at her empty wine glass.

*

Miss Shenshen and Miss Pfannee were hissing from the end of the table, "Miss Galinda. Miss Galinda!"

Elphaba had gone to the bar to get her and Galinda another drink when the two parasites had pounced. With an exasperated sigh Galinda snapped back, "What!?"

"Why did you bring her with you?" Miss Pfannee almost growled.

Galinda huffed, "For goodness sake, why ever not?"

"Galinda, for pity's sake, she's green!" Miss Shenshen spat.

Galinda bit her cheek and said through gritted teeth, "Yes. Believe it or not I have noticed that. And I'm pretty sure that we've been through this before. She's not who you think she is."

Miss Phannee gave a laugh of disbelief and stared at Galinda in wonder, "I honestly don't know what's gotten into you lately."

Galinda rolled her eyes, "I just think you should give her a chance."

The table lapsed into silence. Miss Milla, who was twirling her ice around in her glass with a straw, was the first to speak, "She might have a point."

The blonde grinned, making a mental note to give her a hug later. One down.

*

At three o'clock in the morning it was needless to say that the girls were a little drunk, and, though stumbling back to the halls had been a little sobering, it by no means meant that they were no longer under the influence. Despite all of Elphaba's protests towards alcohol and its consumption Galinda had managed, with her magnificent powers of persuasion, to work the green girl into a state of complete intoxication.

The mismatched pair separated from Miss Pfannee, Shenshen and Milla, who were all singing tunelessly and swaying without rhythm as they tottered back to their dorm rooms. The two carried on 'walking', giggling slightly at Elphaba who had nearly ended up flat on her face if it were not for Galinda's arm which had grabbed the taller girl at the last minute.

Elphaba's throaty laughter stopped abruptly, "What if we get caught?"

Galinda giggled, "What do you mean?"

Elphaba's muddled brain was growing frantic, "Is there no curfew?"

Galinda slowly looked up at Elphaba in horror, with a deathly whisper she replied, "I don't know!"

The emerald one blanched, "We could be expelled!"

"Publicly humiliated!"

"Banished!"

The blonde looked up at her in shock, but couldn't keep a straight face for more than a few seconds, mischievously adding, "Only if we get caught!"

Elphaba grinned, her dimples more prominent than ever, "Come on!" she began to run towards the building with Galinda scurrying after her.

*

The corridors were dark, the hallways narrow and the shadows oppressive. The silence was unwelcoming as the two rule breakers proceeded to infiltrate the halls of residence. Both had their backs pressed against the walls, their heads snapping around at the slightest noise and their mouths pressed closed as they endeavoured to hold back their breathless laughter. A loud crashing noise reverberated down the corridor and the duo froze in mid-creep.

Elphaba heard Galinda whisper, "Morrible!" as Elphaba hissed, "Hide!"

Both made a dive for the nearest room, which happened to be a cleaning closet. Cramming in, Galinda eased the door shut with her free hand and attempted to wrestle back some accosting broom handles with the other. She shifted.

Elphaba was merely inches in front of her, no distance at all really. She could feel her breath wash past her ear. The two had ceased to find every little thing entertaining as the confined space sucked the hilarity from the moment. Elphaba's scent drifted towards her. Galinda tilted her head up slightly, breathing it in guiltily. If she had leaned forward, Elphaba's throat would have been next to her face, under her lips. She suppressed a shiver. At that moment the idea seemed inexplicably appealing.

When Galinda found herself inclining forward she jerked backwards; the rational part of her brain had announced its appearance like a slap in the face. Appalled at her sudden, drunken craving, Galinda swiftly found the door handle and flung it open.

Elphaba was still hidden in the cupboard, she hissed, "Miss Galinda, what are you doing?!"

Sobriety had taken over, "They're gone. Let's just go to bed."

Elphaba, though drunk, still picked up on her change of mood and, though a little disgruntled, murmured, "Ok."