This is a crossover between Carla (from Corrie) and Kat (from Eastenders). Parts are slightly not logistical such as the location but it is an AU and time stamps are mostly accurate!! Very random but they're my two favourite actresses, hope you enjoyed!
Themes of Suicide, Self Harm and Rape.
"Michelle, I don't know how many times I have to tell you," Carla deeply sighed. "I'm not in the mood for any of this."
"Come on, I want to have some fun for a change!" Michelle pulled on Carla's arm, lightheartedly.
"And will it be fun when we're suffering from a hangover in the morning? Can't you, I don't know, ask Maria or something?" Carla replied.
"Because you're my best mate. It gives me a break from Steve and more importantly, you can forget about Peter and stop this whole misery guts act."
"Misery guts act? Do you want me to remind you about the past seven months I've had?" Carla raised her eyebrows.
After the whole Tina fiasco, it's safe to say Carla hadn't been herself. And once Rob got arrested for the murder, she didn't dare show her face other than work out of the guilt and confrontation of others. She knew she wasn't herself, but it was easier to hide then face up to what her life's become.
"That's exactly why I want you to come though. A bit of fun with the opposite gender will do you the world of good. All you've done since the breakup is work."
"Fine!" Carla gave in. "Fine. You win. I will meet you at nine on the dot. But you're buying the drinks."
"Perfect!"
"Kat, will you watch where you're going! Slow down!" Stacey pleaded, shaking her head as the older women strode down the street. Her heels clicking, swaying her hips from the alcohol intoxication.
"What are you going to do about it, Hmm Stace? Leave me alone will ya." Kat slurred, turning around and putting her arms out to provoke intimidation.
"I'm not going to fight with you-…"
"No, because that's all Kat does. Always wants the drama, the fights." Kat interrupted, her voice croaking.
"I know you've had a rough time of it lately-…"
"That's putting it lightly," Kat scoffed. "I've lost everything, Stace. Everything. My looks is all I had. Even then, I thought well at least I have the kids and Alfie. But no. He had to ruin my life, didn't he? Why did he do that?" Kat sobbed.
"I know it won't make any difference but he did everything for the right intentions." Stacey softened.
"That makes it okay, does it?" Kat snapped, mascara smudged under her eyes.
"Are you going to let me help you or what?" Stacey raised her voice.
"What?" Kat was taken aback.
"I'm trying to help you but all you do is interrupt me or make me feel stupid."
"That's because you are stupid." Kat drunkenly mumbled.
"I give up," Stacey sighed. "But you're better than this, Kat. This isn't you."
"Bye, Stace! I'm going to get another drink. Maybe even find the most fit guy there. I'm going clubbing." Kat walked off.
Stacey bit her lip, grabbing her mobile out of her pocket, "Nan, you're gonna have to look after the kids. I won't be back till late…"
"You know what the deal is, Chelle." Carla smirked as the two women walked over to the bar.
"I know, I know. I was hoping you'd forget though, especially with how much merlot you drank in the pub."
"Ah, well you know me. I'm not a lightweight."
"Shots it is then-…"
"Michelle!" Carla cut her off, playfully rolling her eyes.
"You said we'd have fun!" Michelle laughed before grabbing the bartenders attention. "Heya, handsome. Two sambuca shots please. And then you can let us know what time you finish."
"Um, what about Steve?" Carla said.
"This isn't for me," Michelle put her arm around Carla's shoulders. "This is for you."
"Nope. No thank you. I am done with men for the time being." Carla winced.
"What? You're a lesbian?"
"How much have you had?" Carla cackled. "No, but after my track record, I'm staying well clear. I'm happy by myself for now."
"You know the type of people who say that…"
"Who?"
"Boring people and liars," Michelle shouted, before grabbing her shot and raising it up to Carla's. "Cheers!"
As the two women downed the harsh liquid, they spluttered and laughed to themselves. And when they finished, Michelle stared at Carla.
"What? Got a bit of Sambuca left on my face?"
"It's nice to finally see you smile again."
"Stop being so cheesy, Chelle. It's weird."
"I mean it, you're my best mate." Michelle pulled Carla into a hug, kissing her cheek.
At the two women hugged each other, suddenly they got nudged and almost flew into the bar.
"Ey! Watch it!" Carla roared, turning around.
"You were in my footpath!" Kat growled, continuing to messily strut to the bar; Carla wincing in disgust at the thigh-high leopard print boots.
"Rude cow." Carla mumbled.
"I'm sorry about that. She's got a lot going on right now." Stacey sighed, looking rather exhausted from chasing after Kat.
"Haven't we all." Michelle scoffed.
"Alright, I said sorry." Stacey pulled a face, wandering off.
"Right, let's have some fun!" Michelle smiled to her best mate.
"This is my favourite! Remember the days where I'd sing this at our local. Must've been the early nighties." Michelle, who was drunk at this point, shouted loudly.
"Whilst I saw in the corner with my secret stash of booze, those were the days!" Carla laughed.
"Dance with me, Car!"
The two women begun dancing in each others embrace, enjoying themselves as the night ran away with itself. Until they were interrupted by a woman smashing a glass, on the other side of the dance floor.
"Kat, I think it's time to go home now. You've had enough." Stacey said, grabbing the woman's arm so she didn't fall into the broken glass.
"Is everything okay here, ladies?" The bartender asked.
"Oooh, it is now!" Kat weaved her arms around the younger man's neck.
"I'll have to ask you to leave if you don't try to sober up a bit."
"It's okay, I'm going to take her home in a minute anyway."
"I'm not a child!" Kat snapped.
"Stop acting like one then," Stacey hissed. "Our nan is at home looking after our kids whilst I watch you get rat-assed. They didn't even get a goodnight kiss."
"We're all allowed breaks every so often." She shrugged.
"That's not what this is though, is it? This is you trying to forget about everything that's happened."
"I didn't ask you to follow me here, Stace! Go home if you don't like it!" Kat shouted.
As Stacey went to walk off, Michelle bumped into her from where she was still dancing.
"Oh, sorry." Michelle muttered, not looking who it was.
"You again. Excuse me, what is your problem?" Stacey snapped, grabbing Michelle's shoulder so she was facing her.
"Oi! Get off her." Carla intervened.
"That's twice now," Stacey said. "Do I even know you?"
"I have absolutely no idea who you are, love. But I think it's home time from the way you're acting." Michelle laughed, trying to continue dancing with Carla as she was unphased.
"Is this funny to you?" Stacey nudged the woman again.
"Who are these people, Stace?" Kat came over, unsteadily.
"No one. Let's go home." Stacey glared before she went to leave.
"Think that's best." Michelle muttered.
"You know what, I'm getting sick of you." Stacey overheard, pointing in the woman's face.
"And what are you smirking at!" Kat hissed, glaring at Carla.
"You," Carla scoffed. "Are you not embarrassed? You're what? In your forties and behaving like an underage teenager."
"I'd prefer to have some fun rather than be dressed in all that designer gear, not a hair out of place. What's the joy in that?" Kat watched Carla narrow her eyes, angrily. "Ey, what's up? Spilt a bit of Prosecco on your blouse?"
"Just say you're jealous, darlin." Carla raised her eyebrows, squaring up.
"I'm just enjoying myself." Kat said, her voice full of aggressive venom.
"Looks like it, we can see the mascara running down your face." Michelle piped up.
"Oi! I won't tell you again!" Stacey went to grab Michelle's hair before Carla pulled her away.
"Come on, Chelle. They're not worth it." Carla shook her head.
"I think I'm going to go back home to my lovely beautiful boys. Because that's the thing with people like that, innit Stace? They have nothing but money. No one to love. They're all alone!" Kat shouted as the women wandered off.
Carla stopped in her tracks, turning to look at Kat briefly. She inhaled deeply and then walked outside.
"Car!" Michelle panicked, rushing out to be with her.
"Don't let her words get to you, Carla. She doesn't even know you." Michelle sat next to her against a brick wall outside.
Carla was subtly trying to wipe her tears, but it failed to go unnoticed.
"Please don't cry. This was supposed to be a fun night." She added.
"She's right though, isn't she? I've got nothing. I have no child, no husband. Just a poxy flat and a failing business. I don't even have a brother."
"I could swing for that woman. Who does she think she is? Judging you when she has no idea who you are."
"Chelle, I'm broken. I'm at rock bottom." Carla cried.
"This is the booze talking-…"
"Will you just stop? Okay? I just want to be alone." Carla cut her off.
"I'm not just leaving you here."
"Then I'll walk off. I just want to sit and think."
"Think about what? Michelle exhaled.
"Everything," Carla sniffed back tears. "I need to rethink everything because nothing makes sense anymore."
"Okay," Michelle stood up. "But I'm staying at your flat tonight, no arguments. And if you don't message me in an hour then I'm coming back to find you."
"Bye Chelle."
A few minutes later, Carla's thoughts were interrupted by Kat yelling at the security guard.
"Get off me! I mean it!" Kat screamed in pure terror at the men touching her, as she waved her hands around.
"You were warned to get sober, and you're only getting more wasted. Go home." Security replied.
"Get your hands off me!" Kat started trying to claw at their face, panting in fear.
"Hey! Get off her. I'll take it from here." Carla intervened.
As the men let go of the drunk women, Kat looked Carla up and down.
"You again."
"I could say the same to you," Carla replied. "Where's your friend?"
"She's not my friend," Kat scoffed. "She's my overprotective cousin."
"And? Where is she?"
"Inside," Kat shuffled on the spot. "Don't think she's realised I've left. Where's yours?"
"Same as you, sort of. Overprotective. I told her where to stick it." Carla replied.
Kat looked as Carla sat on the concrete, against the wall. So in an undignified manner, she sat next to her. She grabbed a small bottle of Vodka from her coat pocket, and took a big gulp.
"Want some?"
Carla didn't reply, but grabbed the bottle from the woman's hands and begun chugging it.
"Ey, leave some for me." Kat moaned. "Looks like you're not having much of a good time either."
"Could say that." Carla replied, bluntly.
"Come on then, let's see. Who's had the worst twenty fourteen? I'll bet ya." Kat sniggered.
"Well from the state of you, I reckon you'd win." Carla muttered.
"You cheeky cow." Kat shook her head, trying not to smirk.
"Go on then, what's happened to you?" Carla asked.
"House fire." Kat rolled her eyes, taking another gulp of the vile liquid.
"That's awful, I'm sorry." Carla softened.
"Which my husband started," Kat took a deep breath, looking ahead with no emotion conveyed. "We were going to get evicted, we needed the money."
"Did he know you were in there?" Carla frowned in shock.
"No, I was supposed to be out," Kat wiped her tear away, hoping she wouldn't look vulnerable. "But he left me and my kids without a home. And didn't tell me either. I found out just before Christmas."
"I assume you left him?"
"Oh yeah," Kat nodded. "That man is dead to me."
"What about the children? Are they okay?"
"Apart from seeing their mums ugly mug, they're okay."
"You know I was only joking about-…"
"Don't worry about it," Kat shook her head. "But I get a free pass to say what I want with whatever you're going to tell me."
"Who's to say I got anything going on in my life?" Carla lied.
"I might be a drunken old hag but it's clear something is bothering you."
"It doesn't matter."
"I told you about mine." Kat raised her voice, jokingly.
"Well I'm not with my husband anymore, that's enough."
"Well we share that," Kat said. "Any kids?"
At Carla's silence, Kat frowned.
"It's like talking to a brick wall."
"I-I was pregnant. At the beginning of the year. I lost her after it came out that he cheated on me, it started on our wedding night."
"Oh," Kat froze. "I've lost kids in the past. And I've been no angel but he sounds like a pillock."
"And then the mistress he slept with got murdered, we were prime suspects. But turns out it was my brother, he did it for me."
"Ouch," Kat winced. "I thought my year was bad."
"So that is why," Carla grabbed the bottle. "I need a lot of this."
"I don't blame you. Why do you think I have it on me? It's the only thing I know how to do right now." Kat said.
"It's just, I want to forget. I want to forget about everything that's happened." Carla exhaled.
"And to stop the thoughts of wondering who we are without them?"
"You should be a therapist." Carla joked.
"And say what? Drink yourself to death, take a ton of pills and slit your wrists if you've got a problem?"
"Been there, done that." Carla muttered.
"I've been there far too many times." Kat leaned back against the brick wall, closing her eyes.
"You seemed scared when those bouncers were touching you?" Carla piped up.
"Well, anyone would be. Touching me when I'm saying no. Who do they think they are?" Kat glared at the men who continued to gaze at her.
"Yeah…" Carla's voice wandered.
"What? Do you know them? Have they touched you up?"
As Kat begun to stand up, Carla grabbed her wrist.
"No," Carla exhaled. "I have never seen them in my life."
"Why are you so tense then?" Kat said, sitting back down and taking another gulp.
"I think we're gonna need another bottle of this." Carla avoided the question.
"I know that tenseness from anywhere."
"It just reminded me of something." She shrugged.
"Think I know what you mean," Kat replied. "When did it happen to you?"
"Twenty eleven," Carla bit her lip and looked down, after what felt like a long and uncomfortable silence. "We were supposed to be getting married the next day. I told him I couldn't marry him."
"So he raped you?" Kat asked, bluntly.
"Full of heart, you are." Carla shook her head, smiling slightly. "Yes, he raped me."
"You'll know as well as I do, it doesn't matter how people word it, if it's sugar coated. It still is what it is. And it still hurts the same."
"What about you then?" Carla looked up, meeting eyes.
"I were a kid."
"Oh." Carla softened.
"I was never the same after that," Tears continued to run down Kat's cheeks. "He took every single thing from me. He didn't even give me a chance to remember a life without him doing that to me."
"Did you know him?"
"He was my uncle."
There was nothing Carla could say, she released a deep breath and looked on at Kat.
"I had the most beautiful little girl, surprising really, considering she's fifty percent of his offspring."
"You had a daughter?" Carla's eyes widened.
"I were fourteen," Kat smiled, sadly. "She was perfect. But my mum wouldn't let me have her as mine. I had to pretend she was my little sister until she got older."
"Makes a lot more sense now why you got so wasted."
"I could tell you all about my life dramas but I guess you got a big luxurious buisness to get back to in the morning."
"I'd do anything to avoid that street for the foreseeable, if it's all the same with you."
"Can't be great having a murderous brother I'd assume."
"Wouldn't recommend." Carla nodded.
"And I wouldn't recommend having a little sister who is your daughter."
Both of the women stared at eachother, before bursting out laughing.
"Kat? Kat! There you are, I was going out of my mind." Stacey ran out the club, spotting the two women.
"I'm here." Kat dramatically moved her arms about, signalling her presence.
"Well I can see that," Stacey rolled her eyes before looking at Carla. "Wheres your guard dog then? Lurking round the corner?"
"I'm sorry about her," Carla said. "She's had a bit too much to drink."
"You're telling me," Stacey replied before noticing the vodka bottle. "Looks like you two have as well."
"I'm not five, Stace! If I want a drink, I'll have one!" Kat shouted.
"Well I've got work in the morning and I'm stood here running after you! Kat, it's almost four in the morning."
"Shit, Michelle." Carla mumbled to herself, getting her phone out her pocket and wincing at the fifteen missed phone calls.
"I need to get going, before Michelle thinks I've been kinapped and tortured on my way home." Carla stood up, wobbling over the place.
"Are you okay to get home?" Stacey frowned.
"This is lightwork, trust me." Carla sniggered, walking off.
"Hey!" Kat called out, stopping her.
"Hmm?"
"A kinap and torture," Kat laughed. "It would be a relief after the time we've had back home."
"Tell me about it." Carla smiled, before narrowing her eyes. "I never got your name."
"Kat."
"I'm Carla."
