Singing Her Story

Chapter 7: Drunk

A/N: So here's the next installment. Sorry for the wait. Spring break was actually busier than a normal week. 

I'm looking for a beta reader, if anyone is interested. Send me a PM if you want to read this before anyone else and give me input.

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The first shot burned the whole way down. She winced and looked back to Elsa as she downed hers, seemingly unaffected. "Are you going to drive home?"

The blue eyes looked at her incredulously. "One drink won't inhibit me that much."

She shrugged, having not drunk that often before. A few high school parties where cheap beer was thrown around and a couple nights with Kristoff's band where they all shared a bottle, but that was it.

Elsa waved the bartender over again and he refilled her glass. She glanced to Anna once, clearly looking for an answer. "Yeah."

The bartender filled her glass again as well and Elsa pushed it towards her with one slim finger.

"Together?"

"Together."

They downed them at the same time, this one going down much easier than the first. Her shot glass hit the counter with a thud and she shook her head. Elsa had a slight grin on her face. A quick glance at her phone told her it was only a little after two in the morning. It felt like it was so much later. The club was emptying slowly until it was just the band members and the staff. "Don't they kick you guys out?"

Elsa shook her head then wobbled slightly in the stool, having done three more shots after their initial two. Anna had only done one more and she was definitely beginning to feel it. "No. They are far more lenient with band members because we bring in a lot of money when we play. The Friday bands are always the most popular and I think we are the most popular of them as well. We could probably stop playing at clubs and move to doing actual concerts, but I love the club feeling. It's so intimate and everyone is getting drunk and their inhibitions disappear. They get so much closer to each other and it's exhilarating to watch."

The blonde had been leaning closer as she spoke, getting closer to Anna and speaking softer and softer until their foreheads were nearly touching. Anna's eyes drifted back and forth between her bright blue eyes and her soft pink lips, fighting the urge to capture them with hers. The alcohol rolling through her system made those urges so much harder to fight. "Elsa..."

The blonde slid down from her stool onto unsteady feet and fell into the redhead. Her left hand caught herself on Anna's thigh and she held herself up, right hand useless by her side. All the closer now, Anna gave in, pressing her lips against the blonde's gently. The grip on her thigh tightened considerably and she may have tried to pull away at first, but Anna reached up and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, causing her to lean in, her hips pulling flush against Anna's knees. Left hand going to her neck and her right hand actually coming up to rest against her side, Anna's knees slowly opened, allowing the responsive Elsa to come closer.

She was taller, standing like she was, and leaning heavily on Anna, clearly not realizing it in her drunken state. Anna reached up and slowly pushed Elsa's shoulder until their lips were no longer connected and she was standing up again. Her eyes peeled open slowly and realization crossed her face. "Oh, Anna. Damn it, I'm sorry."

She took a small step back and plopped back down on her stool. Her lips were black in color, Anna's makeup having rubbed off onto them, making her skin look even paler. From down the bar, Aladdin and John were barking with laughter. "Get some, girls!"