Disclaimer: I don't own it, I don't pretend to own it, and I don't mean to offend anyone's sensibilities.
Thank You: Stelmarta for being there! Mom because I love her!
Spoilers: A Breed Apart
Rated PG-13 & R-ish for some adult situations and dialogue
"My, my that's awfully smart, pity I can't wear it" Emma displayed a deadly sexy black swatch of fabric that passed as a dress, forgoing the heels and hose to better keep her balance. Liz, and the rest of her companions, was in the process of becoming cheerfully drunk. She, Emma, Shalimar and the bottle of first rate scotch were having a little date in Emma's room.
"What makes you shhink you cain't wear it?" Shalimar was more than a little far gone, her eyes slightly glazed and her consonants slightly befuddling her mouth. She was wearing a sum total of a black lace bra and a pair of Brennan's boxers that she got in her laundry pile accidentally and never bothered to return.
Emma turned in a stationary circle, only slightly unsteady; she was technically the soberest of the three, having drunk the least but she also held her liquor the worst. "Well?"
"I told ye its awfully smart, ye know it as well as I" They were having an impromptu fashion show with the contents of Emma's closet, bottomless pit that it was. "I canna wear it, 'cause ye're too damn tall. I'd hang like I tried on me mum's closet."
"I bet Jesse would have an aneurysm on the spot if you took him out in that" Shalimar nodded knowingly, "or better yet he'd strip you out of it before you got anywhere"
"You think?"
"Lass, he'd throw ye t' th' floor an' have ye right then an' there"
"Hmmm," she admired it in the mirror "It's not too short?"
"a'course its too short. Thas half th' point" Shalimar slurred. She got unsteadily to her feet and, using Liz's head as a balance point staggered over to the open closet. "Hey now! Thish is nice"
"Naw, it's too pale. I'd wash you right out. Give it to Liz, she's green"
"No I'm not. Not anymore. Adam took care of that"
"Thas right: Adam. I'll bet he takes care of you" she leered at Liz slightly "real good care of you. Never seen him this far gone, nope never ever, ever." She was saying it in a slightly sing-song manner, swaying to the rhythm of the words.
"Well I'm not th' only one. Tha' Brennan fellow's been sniffing after ye like ye was a cat in heat"
"Well now," Shal sobered slightly, "he's always been a little …y'know."
"Well good for ye, damn sexy bastard he is. I'll bet he's fantastic"
"I'll be shure to tell you when we get it on." Shal looked at her female friends, and grinned "You'll probably hear it before I even get to you"
"Braggart" Liz grumbled "Lucky lady"
"What about you and Adam? Did you ever…?"
"What, us? Well not really, we was a bit busy a' th' time an' twenty years apart" Liz rolled over to her back. "Not that I didn't think about it a little"
"A little?" Emma teased
"A lot" Liz whispered "He was so damn hot, still is for that matter"
"Hmm so now we got to get you two alone in a room and lock the doors" Emma grinned wickedly "Lemme think on that for a bit"
"Don't ye dare. I'll have to kill ye, an' I like ye so's it'd be bad"
Snoring suddenly caught both their attentions. Shalimar was peacefully sleeping, sprawled out on the contents of Emma's closet, now on the floor.
"Damn" said Emma, annoyed "she snores like a saw through a brick wall when she's drunk"
"Best we be sleepin' it off too. Whoo-wheee am I gonna have a head in the morning"
Late the next morning Adam was worrying his pretty little curly head off when his three girls not only skipped breakfast, but were in a fair running to skip lunch as well. Neither of the other men had seen hide nor hair of the ladies. The door to Shalimar's room was standing wide open, she wasn't in there, and neither was Liz in her bedroom. That left only one more door, latched firmly shut.
"What are they doing in there?" asked Jesse.
"You got me. Who knows what weird woman thing they've got going on" said Brennan, looking nervously at the door.
"No, they're probably trying on each others clothing and talking about us"
"What makes you say that, Jess?"
"Didn't you ever have a sister? That's what mine always did" offered Jesse.
"Well I'm going in there" Adam put down his can of Pepsi and started towards the door. Brennan followed and, after a moment pause, so did Jesse.
"Good holy God, what the hell happened in here?"
The room was scattered with bits and pieces of feminine clothing, lacy undergarments and chocolate wrappers. The bottle of scotch carefully propped on the dresser provided all the evidence Adam needed. They'd gotten drunk and had an undoubtedly merry time talking about men.
"What the hell kind of girly ritual is this? Looks like an orgy" Brennan picked up a very brief pair of briefs off the floor that reeked of quality scotch.
"It wanna an orgy" Liz protested, rolling over and over, unable to stop until she knocked into Adam's shins. She looked straight up into his eyes "There wanna any men" She sat up, using Adams' legs for balance "but now that ye mention it, that's not a bad idea"
"GahHH" Emma gagged, fell off her bed, and began staggering in the direction of the bathroom. She was wearing a black dress, caught up around her waist to bare her legs to wandering eyes.
"Jesse watch her," warned Adam "she's going to throw up. God bless, she can't hold hard liquor. Her body won't metabolize it" Jesse phased through the bathroom wall just in time to help Emma return last night's party to the porcelain throne.
Liz staggered to her feet; she at least was wearing something, jeans that sagged way too far at the waist and a bra. "Well if ye'd a told me that I'd got her some wine. There was a lovely little Chateau Picard '64 we coulda split"
"Yeah, it's worth more than half the clothes in this room, and that's saying something. I do hope you realize that scotch was a hundred and fifty dollars a fifth and is currently soaking the carpet"
"Well if ye're gonna get plastered ye might as well do it with the good stuff"
"Why did I expect you to say something like that?" He reached around her swaying waist and steadied her, trying very hard not to notice her current state of undress. "C'mon we're going to bed"
"Really? Well ye're bold little Yank." She grinned easily, not at all perturbed at the thought.
"Correction, you are going to bed, to sleep." He wrapped her other arm around his shoulders and started towards the door, passing a still shell-shocked Brennan "Jesse's got Emma and I've got Liz, you mind getting Shalimar to her own bed?"
Brennan looked at the sleeping feline, all wrapped up in silk and cotton and denim. She was half-bare and still more than a little intoxicated. Taking a deep breath he nodded, "Sure thing, Adam"
"Great" Adam started to make his way to the room Liz had been assigned. She was walking along fairly well, only tripping when it came to the stairs, and then only slightly. When they got to her door she swayed into his arms and latched both hands firmly around his neck before plating a kiss on him that sent the blood rushing from his head straight south. Adam struggled for coherent thought. While this might be his dream come true, he knew damn well that Liz wouldn't think of him in that way unless intoxicated. He struggled to remove her arms from around his neck. "Liz, no, I'm not doing this to you."
"What?" She pried her eyes back open, "Yes ye are, we're goin' t' do this. You think I'm joking?" she moved her hips against him in a manner that made his knees begin to buckle. He moved back, bracketing her wrists with his hands.
"I think you're drunk, I'm not taking advantage of that." He bundled her wrists together, turned her around and shoved her none too gently into the open doorway of her bedroom. "Sleep it off, Liz. I'll be here when you wake up." And he closed the door behind her. Then sagged against the wall, willing his hear to slow back down. It had been so hard to turn her down, but he knew she would have hated him for it.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Liz woke up with the pounding of her head for her only company. For a second she fancied that it was pounding badly enough that she could physically hear it, but that turned out to be her bedroom door responding to the enthusiastic rapping of someone on the other side.
"Damn bastard people, why can't they just leave a body in peace?" she rummaged through her medicine closet, digging out an aspirin and a bottle of purified water. Not bothering to step back into the jeans she'd shed casually on the middle of the bedroom floor, Liz opened the door and growled "Whaddaya want?"
"Can I come in?" it was Shalimar, wearing an uncharacteristically large t-shirt and bare feet.
"Not if ye know what's good for ye" she also noticed the nice purple marks on Shal's neck, that couldn't have been placed there without some outside assistance. 'Damn,' she thought to herself. It looked as if Shalimar had been the one to turn up on the right side of this evening's entertainments.
"C'mon, please? Just help me without making a fuss about it."
"Will I now? All right then lass, in ye go. Just hop up on the bed and take off ye shirt." She winced as Shal removed her shirt and revealed several parallel scratch marks down her back. "Ouch, looks like th' resident elemental has some nasty claws to him, don't it?"
"Yeah, well I didn't really notice until…"
"Until ye came back down to earth and realized ye was bleedin' in some conspicuous places." She now stepped into last night's jeans and pulled a shirt over her head that had drifted to the bedroom floor. "No worries, I can patch ye up"
"Thanks," she gave her the same killer smile that she routinely gave Brennan "I really didn't want to go to Adam, and well I wasn't sure if he'd ah, well, be there"
"You was thinking we'd be in the big king size going at it as well, right?" he blushed, "No worries lass, I'm old enough to be ye're grandmother. There's not much left that can embarrass me. No, we're safe an' sound in our own two beds." She went to her closet to grab her medical bag and grumbled "Through no lack trying on his part"
"Excuse me?"
"Ye'd think that any red blooded man would go nuts if a lady offered herself whole to him, no strings, no nothing. But no, Mr. Self-Righteous Bastard had to go ahead and be noble and throw me back. Damn hypocrite, I hope he rots in hell"
"You mean he…"
"Aye! He did, and it's not like I'm a hag or nothing. I might be on the low side of forty, but I'm still damn good looking. He had not a right to just toss me feelings about like that."
"Well he probably thought you were too drunk to think straight and didn't want to take advantage. I mean, we were all a little plastered." She dumped the antiseptic down Shal's back for a response, "Ahh, what was that for?"
"If I dinna disinfect it, ye'd be running back here tomorrow in a truly pathetic state of being. Quit whining. Besides, men are all alike, thinking we can't make a decision for ourselves. How long did it take Brennan to resist your advances then, eh? Two seconds, mayhap three? If I needed a bit of… liquid encouragement that's none of his business. Flip over."
"Well why don't you tell him that?" she gave Shalimar a withering glare. "It was his decision; the least you could have done was say something!"
"Aye lass, that it was. I'm just bit grumpy over sleeping by meself this afternoon, that all. What am I saying? You're a woman, you'll see me side of, it not his." She grumbled, "Just tell me one thing, then, do we have a happy cat?"
"Oh yeah, very happy."
"Good, that's all that matters."
Not quite, thought Shalimar as she
left Liz's room, not nearly so. She and Adam had a little talking to he needed
to attend. Shalimar trusted Liz, far be it for her to not see to her friends happiness,
and not so incidentally the happiness of this kitty cat as well.
