Carla

Disclaimer: I don't own Cheers

I always thought if Sam actually married Bleach Bag, it would be the worst day of my life. And with all the horrible days I've had in the past, that's saying something.

But… I suppose he could do worse.

"Thanks for coming, Carla," said Sam after I had another drink.

I shrugged, like it was no big deal.

"I believe your approval means more than anyone else," said The Stick, with a big grin on her face.

Ugh. "Excuse me while I puke," I said, turning the corner before she could flash another one of those sickening smiles or even more horrible, that they would kiss again.

I think I'm about done with these drabbles, as I can't think of any more characters I'd be capable of writing.

I do have a couple more ideas for Cheers fanfictions, but as it's almost summer time, I won't be able to write them anytime soon. (My children keep me busy when they're out of school.)

So if I do write anything else for Cheers, it won't be until at least the fall.