AN: I wrote this for my friend - she is the heroine of this story, I didn't even bother to change her name - How many bartenders called Trixie are there in the world anyway? Keep on Dreamin' Trix!

Also, the first half of this chapter really happened though this is very abbreviated and much (much, much) more tame. What happens on girls night stays on girls night. Review.

Chapter 1 - A Good Night

"Ladies, I'd like to propose a toast." Kelly stood up on the coffee table and raised her Southpark coffee mug into the air. It was filled to the brim with a fruity little sauvignon blanc from New Zealand. "To Layla… congrats on the divorce. I hope Fuckface dies in a fire."

"Cheers." The rest of the ladies sang, tipping their assorted vessels towards their newly divorced friend, before taking long drafts of their beverages of choice.

Layla tilted her head in acknowledgement of the toast and took a long drink from her plastic champagne flute.

Trixie had opted to host the happy divorce party in her spacious flat, she was not really the hostess type, but she did have a lot of room and if someone happened to spill on the floor it really wouldn't matter all that much. The five friends were scattered chaotically around the cavernous living area, Kelly jumped down from the coffee table and draped herself back across the comfy lime green sofa again and reached for the chip packet. Layla reclined more elegantly than should have been possible in a bright blue bean bag. Sharon lay across the other sofa, a packet of bagel crisps tucked in at her side and a promotional tumbler from a local nudey bar resting on her stomach, Trixie didn't own wine glasses as such, so the ladies had to improvise. Fiona perched on a barstool, her foot up on the neighbouring stool as she painted her toenails with one of the lacquers from Trixies outlandish colour collection. Her 'wineglass' was an old fashioned, flared bone china teacup that Trixie had picked up from a second hand store. Trixie herself was splayed across her burnt orange shag rug, a pewter beer stein sat next to her along with the now empty bottle of Sav.

The five friends had come together in a drunken sign of solidarity for their friend, and though two of them were in very happy relationships, they all went on a man hating spree, dissing old boyfriends and male acquaintances in an acerbic free for all.

Kelly was the most vocal. Her vocabulary was vast and included lots of very bad words. They all knew she loved her husband very much, so they didn't take her that seriously.

Trixie held her own. Being a bartender, she had seen and born the brunt of the worse of human depravity on a nightly basis.

The ladies laughed uproariously all night, there was no need for decorum in this group. Though Trixie, did growl at Fiona when the smell of smoke drifted over the group.

"Cummon Fi, at least open a window or something." Trixie reproved from her position on the floor. "I thought you gave up."

"I did." Fiona mumbled with cigarette hanging precariously out of the side of her mouth as she screwed the top back on the purple nail lacquer. She hopped down from the barstool and hobbled over to the window on her heels, opening it and leaning against the sill, watching her toes dry and blowing tobacco smoke out in plumes.

"OK so, now you've gotten rid of the dead weight." Kelly turned back to Layla with her dark brows raised suggestively. "Who's next? Got your eye on anyone?"

"Ooh, what about the stationary rep with the tight arse?" Sharon piped up from the couch.

"A stationary rep? Really Shaz? Layla deserves a king after what she's been through" Trixie moaned from the floor.

"You have a spare king laying around, Trix?" Layla inquired, her face dead pan.

"Oh my god, like the Goblin King?" Kelly groaned lustily, eliciting groans and murmurs of approval from the rest of the girls.

Sharon looked around at them in confusion. "The Goblin king… what?"

Trixie lifted her head off the floor and eyeballed her friend accusingly. "Are you kidding? Get out of my house." She snapped playfully.

'You haven't seen Labyrinth?" Kelly asked disbelievingly "David Bowie? Tight, tight pants?"

"Tight pants." Layla moaned reverently.

Fiona flicked her cigarette stub out the window, closed it and came over to hunker down next to Sharon on the couch. "You poor, deprived child." She said laying her hand on Sharons hair and patting it sympathetically.

Sharon slapped her hand away in annoyance "I'm not really a David Bowie fan." She scowled sitting up, she didn't like missing out on stuff.

"Seriously, get out of my house." Trixie laughed levering herself off the floor.

She crossed the room in socked feet and opened the cabinet against the wall. 'I've got VHS, DVD and Blu-ray…" She said retrieving the items and bring them back to the couch.

Kelly nodded vigorously and snagged the video tape. "You still have VHS? Hoarder!" she said accusingly.

Layla dragged herself out of the bean bag and crawled across the floor and the five women looked down at the movies in awe.

'We need to watch this." Layla said. "Right now." She took the Blu-ray copy and went to fiddle around with the entertainment unit.

Kelly cheered heartily and rushed to the kitchen to procure more wine and snacks, she also came back with a bottle of tequila and five shot glasses, Trixie had lots of shot glasses.

"OK so, every time there is an inappropriate crotch shot… we drink." She said pouring out five measures of tequila.

The ladies settled in to watch Labyrinth, with added, bawdy commentary and lots of alcohol. At the first appearance of Jareth, the Goblin King, all five ladies groaned in drunken appreciation. Sharon sighed and said she understood now.

Hoggle fell to his knees at crotch height on the king and whined in terror, "Oh no, not the eternal stench…" and the ladies cheered… crotch shot… drink!

"He's good with his balls, isn't he?" Sharon said quietly, eliciting titters of laughter from her companions.

Sharon rolled her eyes and made a discontented sound "What is she doing?… Stay in the god damned dream, you dozy bitch."

The others laughed.

"White Leggings… I think that deserves two shots." Kelly giggled, tipping back her tequila and quickly pouring another.

The five ladies lay about the lounge feeling satiated and a more than a little squiffy.

"OK so. Why?… Why didn't she just say, send the kid home and I'll stay here … why?" Sharon wondered aloud.

"If it had been me," Kelly quipped, "Josh would've been toast… my little brother is half goblin anyway, no one would have missed him."

"Tight pants." Layla mumbled from the bean bag.

It took another hour for Trixie to pour her friends out of her flat and into separate Ubers. She stumbled around her place in a daze and picked up random things in an inebriated attempt to tidy up before she sought her bed. She would find the ashtray that Fiona had found and used during the movie, in the oven days later.

She picked up a half filled wine bottle from the coffee table, checked the Fi hadn't slipped a cigarette butt into it and then took a long drink from it. Oh yeah… that's the good stuff, she thought, tucking it under her arm and wandering down her narrow hall to her room. A room she occupied alone, despite is monstrous size, being not long single herself.

Trixie took a long gulp from the wine bottle in her hand and looked dazedly around her large and suddenly empty seeming bedroom. She sighed at the vast space before cracking into a large grin.

"I wish the goblin king were in my bedroom right now." She leered to herself before tottering into her ensuite, "So he could fuck my brains out." She sniggered drunkenly.

She set the wine bottle carefully on the vanity and began a haphazard version of her evening ablutions. She managed to get her clothes off and pulled the oversized Metallica tee shirt that she normally slept in over her head. She pulled the tie out of her hair and let the coppery locks settle over her shoulders. She grimaced comically at herself in the mirror before flicking off the light, picking up the wine bottle again and stumbling back into her bedroom.

She froze in place just past the threshold and let out a high pitch squeal. She upended the not quite empty bottle and brandished it like a weapon, the dregs dribbling down her forearm and dripping off her elbow.

There was a man in her room.