Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-02-05 08:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | gen, golden girls, rated: teen |
Fic: New Years In New York...City Lock-Up 1/1 Golden Girls
Title: New Years In New York...City Lock-Up.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Girls.
Characters: Dorothy, Rose, Blanche, Sophia.
Words: 840
Prompt: Holiday/New Years Holiday Prompt.
Fandom: Golden Girls.
Pairing: None.
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language, Jail.
Summary: The girls are locked up again. It's all Blanche's fault, again.
Author's Note: Alcohol is indeed banned in 'secure' areas during New Years Eve.
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Leaning forward, Dorothy rest her head against the cool metal. The chill felt good against her overly heated face. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was any where else. "I can't believe it."
Surprised, Rose turned to face her friend. "Can't believe what?" The broken mattress groaned in protest as she shifted.
"I can't believe we're back behind bars. And it's because of Blanche, yet again!" Her enjoyment of her slight buzz had worn off long ago. She had known it would be bad, but her head was starting to throb.
"Oh no, Dorothy, don't put this one on me!" Eyes narrowed, Blanche turned her head slightly to face the other woman. This lasted for only a second then she had to blink several times. Her back was against the cinderblock wall and that was the only thing keeping her upright. "You didn't have to get involved, I told you I could handle it myself."
"Could handle it yourself?" Pulling away from the bars, Dorothy turned slowly to glare. She kept a hand on the bars to keep her balance. "You were about to slug that police officer!"
"Well, he was trying to put his hand down my dress between my breasts!" The world started to spin for her and Blanche had to close her eyes.
Dorothy's hand clenched. "They were fake breasts and you were wearing them over your dress! That...thing was under your coat." Slicing the air with her free hand, she tried to cut off any response.
"Well, he didn't know that!" Opening one eye, she glared at Rose. "At least not until Ms. Goody-two-shoes here opened her mouth."
Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, Rose sighed. "That's not true and you know it." Of the three, she was the only one not about to fall over from intoxication. "Everyone knew they were fake, Blanche. For Pete's sake, there was a straw coming from the nipples!"
"It doesn't matter what was visible or who's to blame!" Having had enough, Dorothy opened her eyes wide. She teetered for a moment then stood up straight. "The fact is we are stuck in this cell until morning, which means we are going to miss the ball drop! I feel so humiliated." Clenching her eyes shut stopped the room from spinning. "I'm just glad Ma's not here."
A snort came from down the cellblock. "Think again, oh boring one."
"Ma?" Dorothy spun to face the bars again so fast that she lost her balance. It was only by quick thinking and a tight grip that she kept from falling face first in to them. "Whoa!" She blinked to clear away her dizziness.
"Dorothy, are you all right?" Rose leaned a little over on the bed. Her head was clear enough that she was able to sit up without support, but she didn't trust her own feet.
"I'm fine. Thank you." She waved off the other woman. Trying to see down the hall, Dorothy focused in the direction she had heard her mother. "What are you doing here?"
"You know already, you were there when I..." Rose cut herself off with a wince. "Oh, you meant your mother."
Not having the strength to turn and glare, Dorothy only looked to the ceiling and shook her head. "Ma. I thought you were staying back at the hotel with Michael."
"And miss the ball drop in Times Square? Sorry, but those yahoos idea of fun is a little too 'relaxed' for my taste, if you know what I mean." Sophia finished speaking with a strained voice.
"Oh my god." Putting a hand to her forehead, Dorothy fought off the increasing headache. "When I get out of this I am going to stick that pipe so far up his..." Realizing that the background noise in the cells had quieted down, she cleared her throat. "Never mind."
"It's called a bong." Opening her eyes, Blanche found herself the center of attention. "The pipe they use to smoke the wacky tobacco is called a bong." She stated it plainly, as if everyone should have known it.
"That settles it, now I know Blanche belongs here!" Pointing a shaking hand at said woman, Dorothy glared at her. "Don't say another word until tomorrow!" Facing the front of the cell again, Dorothy clenched her teeth to get a grip on her emotions. "Ma, how did you end up in here?"
"I was walking the streets in a particularly revealing dress, offering myself to strangers for a small fee." Sophia's voice turned in to a growl. "This is the drunk tank, how the hell do you think I ended up in here?"
"Deviants." Shaking her head, Rose twisted her lips. "I'm surrounded by social deviants."
"Oh, shut up, Rose!" Putting a hand to her forehead, Blanche rest her head against the cinderblocks again. "I swear, banning alcohol in Times Square on New Years Eve has got to be the dumbest law I have ever heard of."
"Here, here!" It came from every cell in the block.
THE END...............................