Ladies Night

by Faux_Parad0x

Summary:

Daisy's constant badgering has persisted and, much to Persephone's chagrin allows the ladies of M.A.Y.H.E.M. a temporary moment of reprieve. Bottoms up! [Challenge Fic]

Notes:

Challenge Fic: Drinks: whether it's about drunken sex, a cocktail party, bodyshots, a tipsy leap of courage, or simply a bartender x customer, the theme is drinks are involved. Fluffy, Smutty, or Subtext.

First fic posted and it's my submission to a challenge laid down by my buddy GrimGraveyard

“Aw, come on, Persephone. Don’t go bustin’ my balls here, babe.” Daisy pouted, skating back and forth in front of the tall, slender woman’s desk.

The raven-haired immortal huffed, long legs crossed as she stared up at the buxom derby woman. She expelled tendrils of smoke from her nose, her expression unreadable. The silence was enough to drive Daisy up the walls.

“Well?”

“The answer is no, Daisy.” Persephone’s stern blue eyes bore deep into Daisy's own, her ruby red lips a thin line.

“Fuck me, please!? It’s a tradition Joules, and I started! Letting off steam and unwinding for the gals and shit...” The roller skater shook her head, resting her hands on the edge of Persephone’s desk. 

Persephone rolled her eyes, furrowing her brows. “Need I remind you of how you get when you’re… in high spirits, Daisy?”

“That was one time! Ok, maybe not, but I don’t often streak while skating—”

“...you were also coated in an oily substance.” The raven-haired woman looked annoyed. Daisy snickered.

“Oh shit, I was! Fuckin’ Hollywood and his massages.” 

Persephone sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

“Ok, ok, ok, look, I won’t drink that much this time! Oh! We’ll even bring Friday! I’ll have her look after me and make sure I don’t drink too much! Eh? How ‘bout that?” Daisy beamed, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Persephone took a long drag of her cigarette before exhaling slowly, the smoke filling the space between them. “Fine. Friday?”

“Uh, y-yes, Persephone?” the timid woman answered nervously via a speaker.

“You will accompany Daisy and the girls on their night out and you will keep watch over her. She’s not to consume more than 2 drinks. Is that understood?” Persephone’s stern gaze never left an apprehensive-looking Daisy.

“Wha--Wait, what? Oh… Oh no, I can’t—” 

Persephone grew impatient. “You can and you will. That is an order.” Click!

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Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

The chants in the bar grew louder and louder and Janel Braddock kept tilting the mug back. She slammed the empty tankard onto the bar counter, throwing her fist in the air. “OORAH, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

The crowd grew wild, cheering and hollering as she stood, grinning from ear to ear. Fortune sat at a table with Joule and Rama, the three enjoying their mixed drinks while laughing and carrying on. The bar was warm, the atmosphere was charged, and the moods were right. L.E.G.I.O.N was lying low for the moment, giving them some much-needed time for relaxation.

“Man, I can’t believe he said that, Joule. He can be such a jerk.” Fortune shook her head, taking a sip from her Rum Punch. 

Joule shrugged, sipping her Jager and Coke, looking up at the Colombian beauty. “Lo so, it’s not surprising given his prior attitudes regarding women. I mean, he’s always ‘acting’ and talking about being in love with you. How do you put up with being in a team with him, cara mia?” The Italian woman made a face, the reaction causing Rama to cough on her drink and giggle slightly. 

Fortune laughed, shaking her head. “I dunno, man. Hollywood is so Holly-‘weird,’ ya know? He thinks everything is a show. I just ignore him and move on. ‘Franchise Force’—bah, what a stupid name.” 

She shook her head in disappointment as the other two women laughed.

“He seems incredibly naïve to think that anyone would take his antics seriously. Is he really that imprudent?” Rama asked. 

Joule and Fortune both looked at each other and then back at Rama, nodding in unison. “Oh heck yea, Rama. He’s a pain the ass times 10,” Fortune huffed, downing the rest of her drink swiftly.

“Oh dio, I haven’t worked with him, but I encounter him daily and he is so insufferable.” Joule rolled her eyes.

“Hey, Joule, where’s Daisy?” The thief raised a brow, searching the bar. 

The Italian pointed to a high table, towards the back of the bar. “Over there with her handler, Friday. Persephone said she’s not allowed to drink more than 2 drinks, but from here, I can already tell Friday is having a hard time reigning her in.” 

There was snickering as the trio looked on at an animated Daisy and an anxious-looking Friday.

“Come on, Friday. Just one more! Just a beer, babe! Pleeeeeease?” Daisy pouted, tugging on a rather annoyed Friday’s shirt sleeve. 

The British woman scoffed, pulling her arm away and lightly slapping at the hand of a slightly tipsy Daisy. “Absolutely not—and I’m not your ‘babe’!” The blonde kept swatting at a pleading Daisy.

The derby girl suddenly got an idea and smiled as she noted Braddock from afar. 

Friday noticed the sudden change in her expression, blinking. “Um, Daisy, why are you... Why are you smiling?”

“If I can get Braddock to give you a kiss right here, right now, will you let me have another beer?” 

Friday’s jaw dropped, her face turning bright red. “Wha—no! Daisy! Daisy stop!”

“Hey, Braddock! Haul your carcass over here a minute, will ya?” The derby girl shoved past a frantic Friday who tried to pull her back to no avail. They were both women, sure, but it was very obvious that Daisy was built like a brick shithouse versus Friday and her thin frame. It was no use trying to pull the tank-like woman.

Braddock turned and saw Daisy, waving her over.  The tough, dark-skinned woman made her way over, boots thumping hard on the ground.

“Hey there, Daisy, Friday. What’s up?” Braddock crossed her arms.

Daisy was grinning hard as Friday clung to the back of her shirt like a baby koala. “Look—” 

“Daisy! Have another beer on me! Go go go!” Friday pushed and shoved at the woman who looked behind her, laughing at her feeble attempts to move her. 

Braddock raised an eyebrow, taking note of how red Friday’s face was.

“Oh ho! Now I can have one! Shit, I didn’t even have to ask Braddock here to kiss you! Thanks, Friday!”

The world had ended. Well, in Friday’s mind, anyway. The derby girl hooted and wandered past a surprised Braddock, slapping the marine on her shoulder as she did so.

“She’s all yours, soldier.” Daisy winked, then hollered something at the bartender. 

Poor Friday stood, watching as Daisy skated away, her gaze slowly turning to Braddock. 

The marine smirked at her. “So, you want a kiss? Is that it, Friday?” 

The dark-skinned woman cocked her head to the side, eyeing up the lithe woman. Friday wasn’t used to seeing the soldier without her shades, hazel eyes looking her up and down like a tiger watching its prey. The blonde opened her mouth and closed it, sweat beading along her brow in embarrassment, unsure of what to say.

“I.. I have no idea what she’s talking about.” Friday shook her head quickly, moving backward—only to back into a wall. Braddock shook her head, walking up to the blonde and placing one hand on the wall. As she leaned in close, Friday’s mind swam. Braddock’s scent filled her nose and made her feel faint. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears like it was ready to burst from her chest.

“You...you should get back to your public! They’re, um...they’re waiting!” Friday was frantic, gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, and biting her lip hard enough to bleed. 

Before she could protest any further, Braddock made her move.

“Hey hey, check that out.” Fortune grinned wide, nodding towards the back of the bar. 

Joule and Rama both turned to look. The archer raised both eyebrows. “I...I didn’t know Friday and Braddock were…” she trailed off, looking at Joule who smiled.

“Eh, it’s not really the best-kept secret. Daisy tells me how weird she is. Like Friday asked when we last had girl’s night if Braddock was here too. Daisy confirmed it and asked why, but Friday got nervous and ended the transmission. It’s cute how nervous she gets when you ask her about Braddock.” Joule nodded, smiling at Fortune, who nodded in kind.

“Yea, Friday’s face flushes so hard in debriefings, you’d think she’d burst into flames! I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed before, Rama.” Fortune cocked her head to the side. 

Rama shrugged. “I don’t care to know about the intimacies of my comrades outside of combat, so long as they have my back as I would theirs amid battle. What they do on their own time is no business of mine. But I think it’s good that Friday can be herself. I think she’s somewhat afraid of Persephone—or maybe it’s just me?” Rama tapped her chin thoughtfully.

Before anyone could answer, a half-full mug slammed onto the table, causing them to jump. Daisy grinned at them all.

“Friday is scared shitless of Persephone. She can’t even look her in the eye most days. It’s fuckin’ hilarious!” Daisy snickered. 

Joule and Fortune smiled.

“I see how tough she tries to be, but the second Persephone comes onto the scene, it’s like she goes from a woman to a little girl, shaking in her boots.” The thief rotated her cup of melting ice in her hand.

“Mhm, I don’t find Persephone at all intimidating. I’m sure it’s just how she is, but I do love her dress and sense of style,” Joule stated, kissing the tips of her thumb and fingers, and tossing them into the air. “Belíssimo!”

The kiss was hot. Braddock pressed her hard body against Friday’s, left hand planted on her hip, gripping it tight. Friday could barely contain her excitement, soft mewls escaping the corners of her lips. She pushed her body back against the marine’s, sliding both her hands up along her front, and wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck.

Braddock nipped Friday’s lower lip. “We should finish this outside of here.” 

The marine’s husky voice sent shivers down her spine. A frazzled Friday, breathing hard, nodded quickly. “I-I agree, we should,but Daisy—”

“—Can take care of her damn self. Let’s get the fuck up out of here.” Braddock leaned back, grasping the blonde’s hand and leading her out of her bar.

“Uhhh, looks like your handler left you alone, chica.” Fortune clapped the derby girl on the back. 

Daisy looked to where Friday once was and looked back, grinning widely. “Ah fuck yea! Drinks are on me!”

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“Mind telling me what I’m looking at, Friday?” Persephone asked, arms folded neatly. 

The blonde woman was shaking like a leaf beside the dark-haired beauty. They stood in Persephone’s office, looking out into the Ark. “Um...Daisy.” she squeaked.

“Good. Now tell me what she’s doing.” Persephone turned to her, dark blue eyes ablaze. 

Friday didn’t dare turn to meet her gaze, but could swear she felt someone walk over her grave and piss on it. “Um...she’s dancing.”

“And?” she asked sharply.

“She’s... naked.” Friday heard a heavy, defeated sigh as the woman turned on her heels and the sound of their clicking swiftly faded away. 

Friday was dead. SO dead.

“HEY! YOU’RE A CRAZY BITCH, BUT YOU FUCK SO GOOD I’M ON TOP—”

“Daisy!? Oh, dio in paradiso!” Joule held her head, watching as the derby girl pelvic-thrusted on top of the console  in the middle of the Ark. 

Fortune, Gremlin, and Rama couldn’t control their laughter and Braddock stood beside them, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Hardtack and Hollywood walked in and both men looked up, gawking.

“Well, ain’t that some shit…” Hardtack scratched his chin. 

Hollywood snickered and nudged the former sailor. “Hey, we should totally crash their next girl’s night out! Post that mess all over InstaBlam!” 

Gat adjusted his shades, shaking his head. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit…”

END.