A/N: The Bar Scene from 50SoG. TW: taking advantage of inebriation, potential sexual assault. Problem I had with the book here: How did the (totally not a vampire in the re-write from twilight fanfiction) enigmatic CEO get back over here so quickly and find our poor damsel in distress *just in time*? I use the GPS in my phone and I can't get more than a city block specific, and add that to a crowded bar right after finals? Also, 5 margaritas after champagne? A girl her size would have blacked out and possibly be dead if she doesn't regularly drink.

The Bar Scene

The bar is loud and hectic, full of soon to be graduates out to get trashed. My former Lit TA Danny joins us. We won't graduate for another year, but we're in the mood to party and the Summer Society knows just how to get into the spirit of freedom by buying a pitcher of margaritas for the table. As I down my third, I realize this is not a good idea on top of the champagne.

"So what now Laura?" Danny shouts at me over the noise.

"I have two months of freedom to do whatever I want. So I'll probably stay at the bookstore and in my dorm room and relax. Perry already cleared it." Betty was going to Olympia and enjoying some family condo.

"So you'll be around for the Adonis Festival and Hunt!"

"Of course, Danny, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I smile, still not entirely certain what that was about. Sounds like some sort of field day and Lilith Fair. She smiles as she puts her arm around my waist and pulls me close.

"It means a lot to me that you'll be there Laura," She whispers in my ear. "Another margarita?"

"Danny Lawrence - are you trying to get me drunk?" I say, giggling slightly. Because I think it's working.

Danny winks at me, and I try to remember where I am. "I think I'd better quit with the tequila now. I'll go get us a pitcher of beer."

"More drink, Laura!" Betty bellows, obviously hammered but taking it in better stride than I can.

Betty has the constitution of an ox. She's got her arm draped over Jamie, a fellow English students and her usual photographer on her student newspaper. Jamie has given up taking photos of the drunkenness that surrounds them as Jamie only has eyes for Betty. She, of course is in a tiny camisole, tight jeans, and high heels, hair piled high with tendrils hanging down softly around her face, her usual stunning self. I'm comfortable in with my Converse and t-shirt style, though I'm wearing my most flattering jeans. I guess I am kind of pulling off a soft butch look that is catnip to the tall redhead. I move out of Danny's hold and get up from our table. Whoa. Head spin. I have to grab the back of the chair. Tequila is my tequila.

I make my way to the bar and decide that I should hit the ladies' room while I'm on my feet. I stagger off through the crowd, un-surprised at the line. At least it's quiet and cooler here. I reach for my cell phone to relieve the boredom of waiting in line. Hmm... Did I pocket-dial someone? Whose number is this? I didn't save a name to the number because I was at work... oh yeah. Control-freak Karnstein, this was her number from her card. I giggle. I have no idea time it is, maybe I'll wake her. Whatever. She can tell me why she sent me that book and that creepy quote. I'll show you courage to commit sins. I hit the call button and she answers on the second ring.

"Laura?" She's surprised to hear from me. Well, frankly, I'm surprised to have called her.

Then my befuddled brain registers... how does she know it's me? I didn't give her my number.

"Why did you send me that book?" I slur, putting a finger in my other ear to listen better.

"Laura, are you okay? You sound... strange." Her voice is filled with concern.

"I'm not the strange one, you are," I accuse. You and your piercing gaze.

"Laura, have you been drinking?"

"What's it to you?" She sounds genuinely worried.

"I'm - curious. Where are you?"

"In a bar."

"Which bar?" She sounds exasperated.

"A bar by my school, duh."

"How are you getting home?"

"With Betty." This conversation is not going how I expected.

"The flake? Which bar are you in?"

"Why did you send me the book, Carmilla?" She didn't like me using her first name, and I didn't care.

"Laura, where are you, tell me now." Her tone is so... dictatorial, total control freak. I could see her as an old-time movie director wearing a beret and leggins, holding an old-fashioned megaphone and wielding a riding crop. The image makes me laugh out loud.

"You're so... domineering," I giggle.

"Laura, so help me, where in Hades are you?"

Carmilla Karnstein is swearing at me. I giggle again. "I'm in a bar, like I said."

"Which bar?!"

"Goodnight, Carmilla."

"Laura!"

I hang up. Ha! Though she didn't tell me about the book. I frown.

I wait at the bar for what feels like an eternity for the pitcher of beer and eventually return to the table.

"You've been gone so long." Betty scolds me. "Where were you?"

"I was in line for the restroom."

Danny and Jamie are having some heated debate about our local softball team. Danny pauses in her tirade to pour us all beers, and I take a long sip, forgetting how drunk I was already.

"Betty, I think I'd better step outside and get some fresh air."

"Laura, you are such a lightweight."

"I'll be five minutes."

I make my way through the crowd again. I am beginning to feel nauseous, my head is spinning uncomfortably, and I can't recall making my way outside.

I blink and realize I'm swaying in the cool evening air of the parking lot, and there's someone calling my name. I can't turn my head or eyes, and that makes me realize exactly how drunk I am.

I blink again, and I thought my Hall Don Perry was there, but she was too tall. My face is at her boob height. I think I'm going to be sick. Why did I let myself get this messed up?

"Laura," Oh, it was Danny. "You okay?"

"I think I've just had a bit too much to drink." I smile weakly at her. I'm having a conversation with her boobs? I giggle at that.

"Do you need a hand?" She asks and steps closer, putting her arm around me. Her warmth is nice, but it's not right.

"Danny, I'm okay. I've got this." I try and push her away rather feebly.

"Laura, please," She whispers, and now she's holding me in her arms, pulling me close. What's going on?

"Danny, what you doing?"

"You know we like each other, Laura." She has one hand at the small of my back holding me against her, the other under my chin tipping back my head. The world spins as I realize that she's going to kiss me. "No Danny, stop - no." I push, but she's too strong and I cannot stop her.

Her hand has slipped into my hair, and she give my hair a sharp tug. A wave of pleasure runs through me at that, but it feels completely wrong as I'm wishing it were Carmilla and not her. I struggle against her and it makes her seem to think twice about this.

"Please, Laura..." She whispers against my lips. Her breath is soft and smells of margarita. She gently trails kisses on my neck and up my jaw up to the side of my mouth. I start to feel panicky, drunk, and out of control. Heat blossoms in my chest, but it's not the good kind.

"Danny, no," I plead. I don't want this. You are my friend, and I think I'm going to throw up.

"I think the hottie said no." A voice in the dark says quietly. Holy shit! Carmilla's here. How? Danny releases me.

"Hey, Psycho Society, the lady said no." Psycho Society?

"Back off, man. I'm just talking with my good friend here."

"Zetas don't let bros take advantage of drunk girls, and I'm so not leaving her with you, Psycho Sappho."

"Kirsch." she says tersely. I glance anxiously up at Carmilla, confused at the short hair and tall...ness. He's glowering at Danny, and furious. Crap. My stomach heaves, and I double over, my body rejecting the alcohol as I vomit spectacularly on to the ground.

I blink again, and I'm bent over a flowerbed, my hair pulled back as I dry-heave nothing from my stomach. I'm throwing up?

"Hottie is getting quite the ab workout tonight. I got you." I try awkwardly to push him away, but I vomit again... and again. Oh shit...how long is this going to last?

I finally have my hands barely holding me up - vomiting profusely is exhausting, and I think I've broken out into a cold sweat. Hands lets go of me and passes me a handkerchief.

I blink, and my eyes focus on the monogrammed, linen handkerchief. Of course control freak Carmilla has one. ZΩM? I try to get the handkerchief to my face and start to lose my balance, ashamed and disgusted with myself. I don't want her to see me like this. My mouth gets wiped by the handkerchief before I realize it was taken out of my hands.

I blink again, and I can't understand the conversation going on between Carmilla and Danny. I feel like I should apologize to her for the drunken phone call.

"I'm sorry," I mutter, staring at the yellowed handkerchief which smells horrible now. Or did I throw up on myself?

"What are you talking about? Oh, don't worry about it, Laura."

Like with the vomiting, I can't seem to stop myself once I start.

"I'm sorry for the phone call. For being sick. For asking if you're gay." I murmur, shivering as the air hits me. Yeah, I think I got it on myself.

"Did you have a jacket or purse?" The voice seemed a bit deep for Karnstein. Was it Kirsch? I called Carmilla, though.

"Err... yes, I came with both. Carmilla, please, I need to tell Betty. She'll worry."

"If you say so."

We go back in and it's noisy, crowded, and the music is throbbing in my ears. It's too warm in there, and I blink.

I'm in a car as the wind from the open window feels good.

"Drink," order is shouted at me. I seem to have a bottle of water in my hand and it's a miracle that I get the bottle to my mouth.

The moving lights are twisting and turning overhead as the world spins to the left.

"All of it," the voice commands.

She's so overbearing. I want to be upset that Carmilla came all this way to take care of me. But I did drunk-dial her, so maybe I did need rescuing.

And my friend totally violated my boundaries.

I blinked again, and I was in a comfortable warm bed, and I quit fighting the urge to sleep.