I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
I have to admit I had fun writing it.
This would be perfect if they did it on the show.
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"It's Carter, hey!"
Abby grabbed Susan's hand and yanked it down, pulling them out of view.
"Shhhhhhhh!"
"What's the matter?"
"Just stay down!" insisted Abby as they ducked their way alongside the bar. "What the hell is he doing here?"
"I told him." stated Susan, clearly at a loss for why Abby was so put out. "He asked if I was doing anything interesting, I said we were going out for drinks."
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Abby lifting her head up slightly and peering over the edge of the bar.
"Shit, he's looking this way. Shit, shit, shit." she hissed.
"Why are we hiding?" Susan whispered, if only because Abby was.
"He is gonna kill me!" whispered Abby emphatically "Shit." she added causing Susan to snigger.
"It's not funny!" insisted Abby.
"Then tell me why we're hiding!"
"Because!" Abby lifted her head up again before jerking it back down.
"God! He's coming this way. Quick."
Abby grabbed Susan's arm as they scrambled into bathroom.
Abby slammed the door shut and leant her back against it, tipping her head backwards and sighing in frustration.
"What is going on?" demanded Susan, wobbling slightly before leaning back against the wall.
"Oh God."
"What?!?" asked Susan, righting herself and moving next to Abby.
"Oh my God." Abby spoke up into the air, her arms making pleading motions.
Abby swiveled round and opened the door a fraction, squinting through the darkness trying to home in on Carter. Her eyes shifted across the bar, trying to focus on the far side.
"I think he's gone." she whispered in Susan's direction, before opening the door a bit more and popping her head round. Susan jumped as Abby jerked back into the room and shut the door.
"He's RIGHT there." she hissed, putting her head in her hands before sliding down the wall into a sitting position.
"I'm gonna go talk to him." insisted Susan before clumsily reaching for the door. Abby grabbed her arm and yanked her down so that she was in a crouching position.
"O-K" she stuttered, trying to figure out how to get into a sitting position without falling over. Abby couldn't help but smile as Susan kind of toppled backwards, falling the height of her heels and landing on her backside. Susan rested her head back against the wall and fought with some hair that had fallen over her face, breathing deeply as the vertigo subsided.
"That was graceful." slurred Abby, her hair spilling freely across her face as she dipped her head down, wondering if she would ever manage to get off the floor.
Susan smiled sarcastically at Abby before scowling and looking away and snapping her head back to Abby.
"What ..." she started, gesturing her hands to the door, "... is going on - why are we hiding from Carter?"
Abby shrugged, her resolve had slipped away; ** oh to hell with it ** she thought.
"I told him I was going to a meeting tonight."
The words fell carelessly, almost cheerfully from her mouth as she drew imaginary faces on the floor. She glanced up through a veil of wavy hair to see Susan frowning and shaking her head, clearly not understanding the significance.
"An AA meeting."
"What?"
"AA...." she started "...... A-l-c-o-h-o-l-i-c-s A-n-o-n-y-m-o-u-s." Susan rolled her eyes as Abby spoke sarcastically slowly as if talking to a five year old.
"I know what it stands for." she snapped back before hanging her head slightly, seemingly gathering her thoughts.
"You're an alcoholic?"
Susan's voice wasn't accusatory or even incredulous as she looked up and spoke to Abby, it was more along the lines of sheepish. It had the tone of someone who had gotten themselves into trouble.
Abby smiled. It was the same voice she heard at work when something went humorously wrong. It was Susan's "ooops" voice.
"No ......" she answered, "....I USED to be an alcoholic." Abby raised her eyebrows in emphasis, but then looked upwards as if going over the words in her head, making sure she'd got it right.
"I didn't realize there was a difference." mumbled Susan looking away slightly moodily. Abby rolled her eyes and looked away too.
"Besides ... I prefer to think of myself as a drunk."
Abby hadn't intended the statement to be amusing, and Susan certainly didn't find so, instead looking away. Abby continued to doodle on the floor, only this time spelling out the word "drunk".
"And Carter knows all about this?" asked Susan.
Abby nodded.
"He's trying to "SAVE" me." she sniggered.
"Oh God ..." moaned Susan "...I got you drunk!"
"Noooo" began Abby before she was cut off by Susan
"Look at us! Both of us! Sat on this disgusting floor, smashed out of our skulls."
Abby waited for a second, watched Susan put her head in her hands before shuffling along the floor next to Susan, and nudging her affectionately.
"It's not so bad..." she started, nudging Susan again; "...you're more drunk than me." she pointed out.
Susan put her head in her hands as she nodded.
"Will I get in trouble?" she asked, "With Carter?"
Abby nodded seriously.
"We can't go out there." Abby insisted.
"Then what do we do?" laughed Susan incredulously.
She remained sat on the floor, soaking in the reality of the situation whilst Abby yanked herself up onto her feet and disappeared into one of the stalls.
"I found a way out."
Susan peered over her hands at Abby who's head was sticking out of the stall.
"Hmmm?" she responded.
Abby reached a hand out and pulled Susan up from the floor. Susan stretched a hand out and rested it on Abby's shoulder to steady herself causing Abby to wobble slightly and both of them to reach out for the wall. Susan's caught the look in Abby's eye and couldn't resist falling into laughter. Abby bent over, bracing herself with her hands on her knees. Susan leant back, putting a hand to her forehead as if trying to soothe it.
"Oh God .." sighed Susan through her laughter. "...if we make it out of here I'm gonna kill you anyway."
Abby straightened herself up and turned to Susan, reaching out and pulling her into a hug.
"I'm sorry ..." she mumbled, the alcohol still slurring the edges of her speech.
"S-ok." sighed Susan patting Abby's back, "... but we are SO gonna talk about this."
"OK." conceded Abby, pulling away and smiling weakly.
"So where's this way out then?"
Abby smiled gratefully at Susan, pleased she wasn't going to force her to face Carter. She stepped aside and gestured at the window behind her. Susan grimaced.
"Aaabby...." she moaned bringing a hand to her face again.
"Oh come on." Abby insisted, opening the window further and peering out. "I'll go first." she announced excitedly.
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I hope you enjoyed this.
please review this chapter.
I have to admit I had fun writing it.
This would be perfect if they did it on the show.
............................................................................ .......
"It's Carter, hey!"
Abby grabbed Susan's hand and yanked it down, pulling them out of view.
"Shhhhhhhh!"
"What's the matter?"
"Just stay down!" insisted Abby as they ducked their way alongside the bar. "What the hell is he doing here?"
"I told him." stated Susan, clearly at a loss for why Abby was so put out. "He asked if I was doing anything interesting, I said we were going out for drinks."
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Abby lifting her head up slightly and peering over the edge of the bar.
"Shit, he's looking this way. Shit, shit, shit." she hissed.
"Why are we hiding?" Susan whispered, if only because Abby was.
"He is gonna kill me!" whispered Abby emphatically "Shit." she added causing Susan to snigger.
"It's not funny!" insisted Abby.
"Then tell me why we're hiding!"
"Because!" Abby lifted her head up again before jerking it back down.
"God! He's coming this way. Quick."
Abby grabbed Susan's arm as they scrambled into bathroom.
Abby slammed the door shut and leant her back against it, tipping her head backwards and sighing in frustration.
"What is going on?" demanded Susan, wobbling slightly before leaning back against the wall.
"Oh God."
"What?!?" asked Susan, righting herself and moving next to Abby.
"Oh my God." Abby spoke up into the air, her arms making pleading motions.
Abby swiveled round and opened the door a fraction, squinting through the darkness trying to home in on Carter. Her eyes shifted across the bar, trying to focus on the far side.
"I think he's gone." she whispered in Susan's direction, before opening the door a bit more and popping her head round. Susan jumped as Abby jerked back into the room and shut the door.
"He's RIGHT there." she hissed, putting her head in her hands before sliding down the wall into a sitting position.
"I'm gonna go talk to him." insisted Susan before clumsily reaching for the door. Abby grabbed her arm and yanked her down so that she was in a crouching position.
"O-K" she stuttered, trying to figure out how to get into a sitting position without falling over. Abby couldn't help but smile as Susan kind of toppled backwards, falling the height of her heels and landing on her backside. Susan rested her head back against the wall and fought with some hair that had fallen over her face, breathing deeply as the vertigo subsided.
"That was graceful." slurred Abby, her hair spilling freely across her face as she dipped her head down, wondering if she would ever manage to get off the floor.
Susan smiled sarcastically at Abby before scowling and looking away and snapping her head back to Abby.
"What ..." she started, gesturing her hands to the door, "... is going on - why are we hiding from Carter?"
Abby shrugged, her resolve had slipped away; ** oh to hell with it ** she thought.
"I told him I was going to a meeting tonight."
The words fell carelessly, almost cheerfully from her mouth as she drew imaginary faces on the floor. She glanced up through a veil of wavy hair to see Susan frowning and shaking her head, clearly not understanding the significance.
"An AA meeting."
"What?"
"AA...." she started "...... A-l-c-o-h-o-l-i-c-s A-n-o-n-y-m-o-u-s." Susan rolled her eyes as Abby spoke sarcastically slowly as if talking to a five year old.
"I know what it stands for." she snapped back before hanging her head slightly, seemingly gathering her thoughts.
"You're an alcoholic?"
Susan's voice wasn't accusatory or even incredulous as she looked up and spoke to Abby, it was more along the lines of sheepish. It had the tone of someone who had gotten themselves into trouble.
Abby smiled. It was the same voice she heard at work when something went humorously wrong. It was Susan's "ooops" voice.
"No ......" she answered, "....I USED to be an alcoholic." Abby raised her eyebrows in emphasis, but then looked upwards as if going over the words in her head, making sure she'd got it right.
"I didn't realize there was a difference." mumbled Susan looking away slightly moodily. Abby rolled her eyes and looked away too.
"Besides ... I prefer to think of myself as a drunk."
Abby hadn't intended the statement to be amusing, and Susan certainly didn't find so, instead looking away. Abby continued to doodle on the floor, only this time spelling out the word "drunk".
"And Carter knows all about this?" asked Susan.
Abby nodded.
"He's trying to "SAVE" me." she sniggered.
"Oh God ..." moaned Susan "...I got you drunk!"
"Noooo" began Abby before she was cut off by Susan
"Look at us! Both of us! Sat on this disgusting floor, smashed out of our skulls."
Abby waited for a second, watched Susan put her head in her hands before shuffling along the floor next to Susan, and nudging her affectionately.
"It's not so bad..." she started, nudging Susan again; "...you're more drunk than me." she pointed out.
Susan put her head in her hands as she nodded.
"Will I get in trouble?" she asked, "With Carter?"
Abby nodded seriously.
"We can't go out there." Abby insisted.
"Then what do we do?" laughed Susan incredulously.
She remained sat on the floor, soaking in the reality of the situation whilst Abby yanked herself up onto her feet and disappeared into one of the stalls.
"I found a way out."
Susan peered over her hands at Abby who's head was sticking out of the stall.
"Hmmm?" she responded.
Abby reached a hand out and pulled Susan up from the floor. Susan stretched a hand out and rested it on Abby's shoulder to steady herself causing Abby to wobble slightly and both of them to reach out for the wall. Susan's caught the look in Abby's eye and couldn't resist falling into laughter. Abby bent over, bracing herself with her hands on her knees. Susan leant back, putting a hand to her forehead as if trying to soothe it.
"Oh God .." sighed Susan through her laughter. "...if we make it out of here I'm gonna kill you anyway."
Abby straightened herself up and turned to Susan, reaching out and pulling her into a hug.
"I'm sorry ..." she mumbled, the alcohol still slurring the edges of her speech.
"S-ok." sighed Susan patting Abby's back, "... but we are SO gonna talk about this."
"OK." conceded Abby, pulling away and smiling weakly.
"So where's this way out then?"
Abby smiled gratefully at Susan, pleased she wasn't going to force her to face Carter. She stepped aside and gestured at the window behind her. Susan grimaced.
"Aaabby...." she moaned bringing a hand to her face again.
"Oh come on." Abby insisted, opening the window further and peering out. "I'll go first." she announced excitedly.
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I hope you enjoyed this.
please review this chapter.