Girl's Night (Code Red Original Fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Girl’s Night
Fandom: Code Red Original Fic
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 1,083
Rating: PG
Summary: Ali and Shana need a night out. Ali’s brother, on the other hand, thinks he needs to come along.
Author’s note: Written for the Weekend Challenge at 1_Million_Words for the prompt of: “Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night.” Not sure how well I incorporated it into this fic. Also not sure that there’s much of a point to this fic either, but eh, when has there ever been a point to my writing? Should probably take this and run with it though, let them all have a little fun for the night.
“Ali, where are you going?”
She turned her head and smiled at her brother. “Out, why? You wanna come along?”
Albert Rogan sat on the arm of her couch and laughed. “I guess that depends on where you’re going and who you’re going with.”
“Important intel to have,” she agreed.
“Especially where you’re concerned,” he agreed. “Even more so if that redheaded vixen is part of the equation as well.”
Picking up her hairbrush that had found its way under the couch, she stood. “And your wife isn’t as crazy and reckless as the rest of us?”
“Jo’s not perfect, no,” he said, “but she’s nowhere near as out of control as you and Red can be on a night out.”
Ali shrugged. “Point.”
“So? You telling me your plans or not?”
“Albie, why must you be such a pain in my ass?” She grabbed her son’s cowboy hat off the floor and set it on the coffee table.
“Because I’m your brother and it’s my job?” He flashed her that ‘I’m innocent and you know you love me’ smile, earning himself an epic eye roll.
“Whatever,” Ali said, laughing. “So, Shana and I –”
“Hah,” Albie interrupted. “Knew it.”
She glared at him and tried again. “Shana and I thought we’d grab some dinner and then go for some karaoke.”
“Meaning drinking,” he clarified.
“Maybe,” she shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“No, not for you,” he said, holding his arms out in offering. “Your kids are safe in Oklahoma with their grandparents and you ex-asshole, er, husband is somewhere that’s not here. You’re in the clear to have a rip roarin’ good time, sis.”
“But?” There was always a ‘but’ when she had these kinds of conversations with Albert.
“But doesn’t Shana have a boyfriend? Or are she and Billy on the outs again?” He punctuated his statement with an eye roll worthy of the one Ali had given him earlier.
Ali shrugged. “Aren’t they always? She shook her head and stepped into the outstretched arms of her brother. He pulled her against him and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know what’s wrong with either of them. They’re happy then they’re not. Rinse and repeat.”
He patted her back and nodded. “I know what you mean. Some people fight for their relationships until there’s nothing left to fight for while others…”
“Never know what they have.”
“Bingo.”
“Aw, aren’t you two cute,” Shana said, letting herself in through Ali’s front door.
Pulling back from Albie’s embrace, Ali shot her a grin. “Yes, we know.”
“Are we ready to party or what?” Shana shook her red hair out and finger combed it until it fell in fluffy waves down her back. “I hear some nachos calling my name.”
“Mmmm, nachos,” Albie said, eyes lighting up. “Count me in.”
“No way, bucko,” Shana said, shaking her head. “Girls night is for the girls.”
“Jo’s home with the little one, why can’t he come along?” Ali watched her friend, looking for any sign of a fight.
“How can we pick up guys with him along? You’ve lost your mind, Ali.” Shana put her hands on her hips and waited.
“Who said we were going to pick up guys?” One thing Ali knew she didn’t need in her life right now was another man. After Blake walked out on her, she’d figured it’d be for the best if she took a break from men that wanted anything outside of a friendly or work-related relationship.
“I could call Zook, Andy and Dusty,” Albie was saying. “We could make it a party.”
“Now that’s a good idea,” Ali said. She and Andy had known each other for years, he was the one person she was as comfortable with as she was with Albie. Even though Shana was her best friend, there were some things the redhead just didn’t get. Andy, on the other hand, did. Not to mention, she could dance and be stupid with him and never have to worry about how he’d react or expect in the morning.
“Aw, come on,” Shana protested. “I want to go out and have fun, these guys will keep all the cute men away.”
Laughing, Albie held up a hand. “We guys will get our own table so you two can do what you will. Or, if you get bored, you can come hang with us.”
Ali tilted her head to the side and widened her eyes in expectation.
“Oh all right,” she sighed. “Fine. Call all your loony friends, Rogan. We can party without them.”
“All right,” he squealed, pumping his fist in the air. “Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night!”
“Oh my god,” Ali laughed. “Bumpy Rogan? Really? Of all the bad word choices, that one kind of takes the cake.”
“God, I hate you sometimes,” he grinned. “Whatever word you prefer, sister, we’re about to have one hell of a night.”
“Lead the way, my brother. And call those hottie friends of yours so we can all get a little rowdy.”
“Yeehaw,” Shana shouted, a goofy smile on her face. “Let’s go find us some men.”
“Yeah,” Albie said, putting his phone to his ear. “You do that, okay? I think I’m good with the man I have.”
“Zook would never forgive you if you strayed,” Ali said.
“Don’t I know it,” Albie said, phone still to his ear. “I’m still not sure he’s forgiven me for marrying Jo.”
“Ugh,” Shana said. “Can we please get out of here, like now? I’m not getting any younger you know.”
Grinning, Albie spoke into the phone, giving his longtime friend, Dave – aka Bazooka Joe – instructions on who to call and where to meet before hanging up. “Yup. They’ll all meet us at Lola’s. Better order a pitcher of margaritas.”
“Yes,” Shana shouted, heading for the front door finally. “Oh, and FYI? Make that a few pitchers of margaritas. I’m thinking I’m going to need one of my own.”
“You and me both,” he muttered, following his sister and her friend out the door.
“You be nice,” Ali muttered.
“Aren’t I always, sissy?” He gave her that incorrigible grin again.
Maybe he was right when he said they were in for a bumpy night. Grabbing her keys from her purse she realized that at this moment in time, she didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was that she ate some nachos, drank some tequila and had herself a good time.
Fandom: Code Red Original Fic
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 1,083
Rating: PG
Summary: Ali and Shana need a night out. Ali’s brother, on the other hand, thinks he needs to come along.
Author’s note: Written for the Weekend Challenge at 1_Million_Words for the prompt of: “Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night.” Not sure how well I incorporated it into this fic. Also not sure that there’s much of a point to this fic either, but eh, when has there ever been a point to my writing? Should probably take this and run with it though, let them all have a little fun for the night.
“Ali, where are you going?”
She turned her head and smiled at her brother. “Out, why? You wanna come along?”
Albert Rogan sat on the arm of her couch and laughed. “I guess that depends on where you’re going and who you’re going with.”
“Important intel to have,” she agreed.
“Especially where you’re concerned,” he agreed. “Even more so if that redheaded vixen is part of the equation as well.”
Picking up her hairbrush that had found its way under the couch, she stood. “And your wife isn’t as crazy and reckless as the rest of us?”
“Jo’s not perfect, no,” he said, “but she’s nowhere near as out of control as you and Red can be on a night out.”
Ali shrugged. “Point.”
“So? You telling me your plans or not?”
“Albie, why must you be such a pain in my ass?” She grabbed her son’s cowboy hat off the floor and set it on the coffee table.
“Because I’m your brother and it’s my job?” He flashed her that ‘I’m innocent and you know you love me’ smile, earning himself an epic eye roll.
“Whatever,” Ali said, laughing. “So, Shana and I –”
“Hah,” Albie interrupted. “Knew it.”
She glared at him and tried again. “Shana and I thought we’d grab some dinner and then go for some karaoke.”
“Meaning drinking,” he clarified.
“Maybe,” she shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“No, not for you,” he said, holding his arms out in offering. “Your kids are safe in Oklahoma with their grandparents and you ex-asshole, er, husband is somewhere that’s not here. You’re in the clear to have a rip roarin’ good time, sis.”
“But?” There was always a ‘but’ when she had these kinds of conversations with Albert.
“But doesn’t Shana have a boyfriend? Or are she and Billy on the outs again?” He punctuated his statement with an eye roll worthy of the one Ali had given him earlier.
Ali shrugged. “Aren’t they always? She shook her head and stepped into the outstretched arms of her brother. He pulled her against him and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know what’s wrong with either of them. They’re happy then they’re not. Rinse and repeat.”
He patted her back and nodded. “I know what you mean. Some people fight for their relationships until there’s nothing left to fight for while others…”
“Never know what they have.”
“Bingo.”
“Aw, aren’t you two cute,” Shana said, letting herself in through Ali’s front door.
Pulling back from Albie’s embrace, Ali shot her a grin. “Yes, we know.”
“Are we ready to party or what?” Shana shook her red hair out and finger combed it until it fell in fluffy waves down her back. “I hear some nachos calling my name.”
“Mmmm, nachos,” Albie said, eyes lighting up. “Count me in.”
“No way, bucko,” Shana said, shaking her head. “Girls night is for the girls.”
“Jo’s home with the little one, why can’t he come along?” Ali watched her friend, looking for any sign of a fight.
“How can we pick up guys with him along? You’ve lost your mind, Ali.” Shana put her hands on her hips and waited.
“Who said we were going to pick up guys?” One thing Ali knew she didn’t need in her life right now was another man. After Blake walked out on her, she’d figured it’d be for the best if she took a break from men that wanted anything outside of a friendly or work-related relationship.
“I could call Zook, Andy and Dusty,” Albie was saying. “We could make it a party.”
“Now that’s a good idea,” Ali said. She and Andy had known each other for years, he was the one person she was as comfortable with as she was with Albie. Even though Shana was her best friend, there were some things the redhead just didn’t get. Andy, on the other hand, did. Not to mention, she could dance and be stupid with him and never have to worry about how he’d react or expect in the morning.
“Aw, come on,” Shana protested. “I want to go out and have fun, these guys will keep all the cute men away.”
Laughing, Albie held up a hand. “We guys will get our own table so you two can do what you will. Or, if you get bored, you can come hang with us.”
Ali tilted her head to the side and widened her eyes in expectation.
“Oh all right,” she sighed. “Fine. Call all your loony friends, Rogan. We can party without them.”
“All right,” he squealed, pumping his fist in the air. “Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night!”
“Oh my god,” Ali laughed. “Bumpy Rogan? Really? Of all the bad word choices, that one kind of takes the cake.”
“God, I hate you sometimes,” he grinned. “Whatever word you prefer, sister, we’re about to have one hell of a night.”
“Lead the way, my brother. And call those hottie friends of yours so we can all get a little rowdy.”
“Yeehaw,” Shana shouted, a goofy smile on her face. “Let’s go find us some men.”
“Yeah,” Albie said, putting his phone to his ear. “You do that, okay? I think I’m good with the man I have.”
“Zook would never forgive you if you strayed,” Ali said.
“Don’t I know it,” Albie said, phone still to his ear. “I’m still not sure he’s forgiven me for marrying Jo.”
“Ugh,” Shana said. “Can we please get out of here, like now? I’m not getting any younger you know.”
Grinning, Albie spoke into the phone, giving his longtime friend, Dave – aka Bazooka Joe – instructions on who to call and where to meet before hanging up. “Yup. They’ll all meet us at Lola’s. Better order a pitcher of margaritas.”
“Yes,” Shana shouted, heading for the front door finally. “Oh, and FYI? Make that a few pitchers of margaritas. I’m thinking I’m going to need one of my own.”
“You and me both,” he muttered, following his sister and her friend out the door.
“You be nice,” Ali muttered.
“Aren’t I always, sissy?” He gave her that incorrigible grin again.
Maybe he was right when he said they were in for a bumpy night. Grabbing her keys from her purse she realized that at this moment in time, she didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was that she ate some nachos, drank some tequila and had herself a good time.
