Fic: Alcoholic (BoP, DCU, PG)
Title: Alcoholic
Characters: Zinda, Dinah, Helena, Babs
Rating: PG
Word count: 578
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine.
A/N: for comment_fic prompt: Any, Any +/ Any, S/he doesn't drink because his/her father/mother did. Title is a song from Starsailor
Warnings: No beta! All mistakes are mine and mine only.
Summary: Skipper has a reason why she doesn't drink.
Zinda likes the Skipper even if she doesn’t drink, but sometimes she feels like the Skipper is hiding something. Even the Canary has a drink with them from time to time and Dinah doesn’t like hard liquor. But the Skipper always finds an excuse to refuse.
Like now for example.
“Have a drink with us, Skipper. Bad guys are behind bars and mothers will sleep better tonight,” Zinda says and offers Barbara a shot of whiskey.
“Can’t,” Barbara says and taps the handles of her wheelchair. “I’m driving.”
For a second, Zinda doesn’t know what to do or think, but then she throws her head back and laughs loud. She likes the Skipper. She’s not the easiest person to work with, but Zinda would jump in front of a bullet for her.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Dinah smiles and takes the short glass from the table.
The way Zinda sees it, if the Skipper is in a good mood the Canary is in a good mood and if the Skipper is in a good mood then Zinda will sleep peaceful for one night.
“Take the shot, Gordon,” Helena orders, but they all know who’s giving the orders around here, that’s why Zinda is so surprise to see Skipper taking the glass from her hand.
“To us,” Canary raise her glass and everyone follows her example except the Skipper.
She’s staring the glass as if she can find the answers she needs at the bottom. Zinda knows that you find more questions than answers at the bottom of a glass. She has seen good men turn into shells of themselves only to vanish at the end. Zinda is ready to say that to the younger woman when Skipper speaks.
“My father was an alcoholic,” Skipper says and Zinda’s eyes search for the Canary.
No, the Canary didn’t know that. Neither did Huntress. This is new information and it’s not the first time nor will be the last time that Skipper manage to surprise them all.
“Jim?” Dinah’s voice sounds so confused and Zinda can swear that no one in the room even blinks waiting for the explanation.
Skipper smiles. “No, not my dad. My father. Roger.” The smile faints from her lips and Zinda doesn’t know what to say so she stays quiet and tries not to breathe so hard. “It’s complicated. My family I mean, it’s complicated.”
“Babs,” Dinah says with the tone of voice that Zinda refers to as the ‘I’m about to cry so please stop’ tone. That tone makes Zinda want to cry ‘cause no one ever wanted to protect her as bad as the Canary wants to protect the Skipper.
“He used to come home late, smelling like tobacco and cheap whiskey, and I thought he was the coolest dad in the world. He always brought chocolates or those mint chocolate chips my mother liked so much and I couldn’t understand why she was so angry with him all the time. Then he crushed the family car into a wall and I figured it out.”
Then the Skipper throws her head back and swallows the whiskey without even blinking.
“I don’t drink not because I don’t like to drink, but because I like to drink too much. Way too much,” she whispers the last part.
Zinda wipes off a tear.
Skipper is not the easiest person to work with, but she would jump in front of a bullet any time for her.
Characters: Zinda, Dinah, Helena, Babs
Rating: PG
Word count: 578
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine.
A/N: for comment_fic prompt: Any, Any +/ Any, S/he doesn't drink because his/her father/mother did. Title is a song from Starsailor
Warnings: No beta! All mistakes are mine and mine only.
Summary: Skipper has a reason why she doesn't drink.
Zinda likes the Skipper even if she doesn’t drink, but sometimes she feels like the Skipper is hiding something. Even the Canary has a drink with them from time to time and Dinah doesn’t like hard liquor. But the Skipper always finds an excuse to refuse.
Like now for example.
“Have a drink with us, Skipper. Bad guys are behind bars and mothers will sleep better tonight,” Zinda says and offers Barbara a shot of whiskey.
“Can’t,” Barbara says and taps the handles of her wheelchair. “I’m driving.”
For a second, Zinda doesn’t know what to do or think, but then she throws her head back and laughs loud. She likes the Skipper. She’s not the easiest person to work with, but Zinda would jump in front of a bullet for her.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Dinah smiles and takes the short glass from the table.
The way Zinda sees it, if the Skipper is in a good mood the Canary is in a good mood and if the Skipper is in a good mood then Zinda will sleep peaceful for one night.
“Take the shot, Gordon,” Helena orders, but they all know who’s giving the orders around here, that’s why Zinda is so surprise to see Skipper taking the glass from her hand.
“To us,” Canary raise her glass and everyone follows her example except the Skipper.
She’s staring the glass as if she can find the answers she needs at the bottom. Zinda knows that you find more questions than answers at the bottom of a glass. She has seen good men turn into shells of themselves only to vanish at the end. Zinda is ready to say that to the younger woman when Skipper speaks.
“My father was an alcoholic,” Skipper says and Zinda’s eyes search for the Canary.
No, the Canary didn’t know that. Neither did Huntress. This is new information and it’s not the first time nor will be the last time that Skipper manage to surprise them all.
“Jim?” Dinah’s voice sounds so confused and Zinda can swear that no one in the room even blinks waiting for the explanation.
Skipper smiles. “No, not my dad. My father. Roger.” The smile faints from her lips and Zinda doesn’t know what to say so she stays quiet and tries not to breathe so hard. “It’s complicated. My family I mean, it’s complicated.”
“Babs,” Dinah says with the tone of voice that Zinda refers to as the ‘I’m about to cry so please stop’ tone. That tone makes Zinda want to cry ‘cause no one ever wanted to protect her as bad as the Canary wants to protect the Skipper.
“He used to come home late, smelling like tobacco and cheap whiskey, and I thought he was the coolest dad in the world. He always brought chocolates or those mint chocolate chips my mother liked so much and I couldn’t understand why she was so angry with him all the time. Then he crushed the family car into a wall and I figured it out.”
Then the Skipper throws her head back and swallows the whiskey without even blinking.
“I don’t drink not because I don’t like to drink, but because I like to drink too much. Way too much,” she whispers the last part.
Zinda wipes off a tear.
Skipper is not the easiest person to work with, but she would jump in front of a bullet any time for her.