Title: The Devil Drink
Author: Cath
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Fenner
Rating: PG (15+) [some swearing]
Word Count: 432

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Vodka.
Helen knew one day the fiery liquid would betray her, but not like this. She looked around the unfamiliar room, her clothes strewn far and wide. "Shit," she mumbled. She couldn't for the life of her remember much from the night before, but, taking in her current state, she had to conclude she'd slept with someone.

"Oh God," she started to hyperventilate. "What the bloody hell have I done?" Helen slid off the bed and wrapped herself up tightly in the sheet. Slowly and cautiously she tip-toed around the room, gathering up her clothes and hoping whomever it was she was here with wouldn't return soon.

A shuffling noise emanated from outside the door and it was all Helen could do to keep herself from diving over the bed to find some place to hide. "Helen," a voice filled the room as the door opened and Helen came face to face with the night before's drunken mistake.

"Oh Jesus, no!" she exclaimed, horrified. "I'm in a sodding nightmare."

"Well," the voice spoke again. "I didn't hear you complaining last night. Twice."

"Oh Jesus," Helen placed a hand over her mouth. " I think I'm going to throw up, this is just...oh Jesus!"

"What's this? The high and mighty Helen Stewart finally lost for words."

Helen looked at the figure it front of her in disgust. "I'm not lost for words, Jim. I'm just trying to resist the sudden urge to hang myself."

"Oh, that's nice, that is."

"What? You can't honestly expect me to have actual sane thoughts about this mess. Let's not sugar coat the situation, Jim. You know I despise everything about you. You make me physically sick, and I know I'm not on your Christmas card list. Christ, I must have been absolutely pissed last night!"

Fenner grimaced. He'd deliberately paid the bar tender to give her triple vodka shots all night. He wanted to see that uptight pretentious bitch go down. It was just a bonus she ended up in his bed. It would completely mind fuck her forever. "Maybe you should learn a way to hold your liquor better, Helen, then you wouldn't find yourself in situations like this."

Helen stormed out of the room, sheet still tightly wrapped around her, clothes in hand. She had to get out of this place, away from him. Out of all the people she could have gone home with, why the shit did it have to be Jim Fenner?

Even though she was still uncertain about a lot of things, Helen knew one thing, she'd never touch vodka again!

/fin