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Holiday Short - Mardi Gras
By sunsetwriter
Benson and Stabler arrived at their potential witness's apartment to find the Mardi Gras celebration in full swing. It took three times knocking on the door, for someone to finally hear the knock over the loud Dixieland jazz playing inside the apartment. The door opened and a man holding a hurricane glass, half-full of a red liquid, greeted them.
The two detectives flashed their gold shields. "We're looking for Deborah Robichaux," Stabler said over the loud music.
The man frowned. "Who?"
"Deborah Ann Robichaux," Olivia answered, peering past the man at the party revelers inside the apartment.
The man suddenly smiled. "Oh, you mean Dixie." He gestured them in with a side nod of his head. "C'mon in."
They entered the apartment and looked around to see green, yellow, and purple streamers and plastic Mardi Gras beads hanging from all furniture, curtain rods, lamps, and party-goers. There were two women, dancing suggestively, on the kitchen bar.
The man that greeted them closed the door behind them and then gestured toward the dancers. "That's her on the bar."
Olivia turned to the man. "Which one?"
He smiled. "The one with the most beads."
Olivia rolled her eyes and took a step towards the bar. She held up her badge before clipping it back to her belt, and said in a loud voice, "Deborah Robichaux? NYPD. Can we talk to you for a minute?"
A pair of glassy eyes slowly tracked toward Olivia, and the woman slowed her gyrating as the man who answered the door turned the music down to a reasonable level. As soon as she saw the detective she broke out into a big grin. "It's Dixie, and you can do anything you want with me, sugah."
Elliot stifled a snort as he watched his partner.
Unfazed, Olivia tried again. "We'd like to ask you a few questions. Can you step down please?"
The obviously inebriated woman shook her head. "Uh-uh. Not for free."
Olivia's eyebrows shot skyward. "Pardon?"
Dixie smiled, what Elliot assumed was meant to be a seductive smile, at Olivia. "It's gonna cost ya."
Olivia cut her eyes at her partner, who quickly tried to erase the smile on his face. She put her hands on her hips in a manner that made her badge and gun quite apparent beneath the leather jacket she wore. "You do realize I'm a cop, right?"
The other woman laughed. "Oooh, and I bet you have handcuffs too."
Elliot reached over and snagged a few strands of beads from a nearby lampshade and handed them to Olivia. She turned and glared at him. "What are you doing?"
"Never try to reason with a drunk. Just give her what she wants so we can get on with this."
From behind her, Olivia heard Dixie say, "Yeah, just give me what I want."
Olivia began speaking as she turned back to Dixie. "I'm not gonna encourage- Oh my God!" On seeing the beads in Olivia's hands, Dixie had lifted her shirt to reveal her very augmented breasts as she continued to dance.
"Show me how much you like these, sugah." She laughed. "I'm not comin' down 'til you do."
Elliot had to try hard to keep from laughing at the expression on his partner's face. "Oh for God's sake, Olivia, just throw her the beads. She's drunk and probably won't remember any of this. We'll to take her down to the station to let her sober up and then ask her some questions."
Dixie leaned down and jiggled her boobs in front of the detectives. "Yeah, Oh-livia, throw me the beads."
Olivia relented and tossed the beads to the woman. Surprisingly quick for her intoxicated condition, Dixie lowered her shirt, caught the beads in mid-air, and giggled as she draped them around her neck with the rest of her collection. She then sat down on the edge of bar and reached her hand out to Olivia. When the detective didn't immediately reach for the extended hand, Dixie wiggled her fingers and said, "Well, aren't you gonna help me get off?" When she realized what she had said, she began to laugh that typical drunk laugh and said, "Oooh, please help me get off."
Elliot stepped forward to put Olivia out of her misery. He took Dixie's hand and said, "OK, that's it. Let's go, Dixie."
Dixie began to pout, but she took Elliot's hand and slid off the bar to finally plant both feet on the floor. "But I don't wanna go with you," she whined.
He suppressed another smile. "C'mon. Liv's coming too," he said as he directed Dixie toward the door.
"Oooh. Liv. I like that," she said as she turned a glassy-eyed expression toward Olivia, who just rolled her eyes in response as she turned to follow them out of the apartment.
Fin hung up the phone as Alex approached his desk. "Hey, Alex."
"Hey, Fin. Any word from Benson and Stabler? Did they locate the witness?"
Fin smirked. "Yeah, but she's drunk as a skunk, so they're bringin' her in to sober up before they question her."
"Well, on the bright side, at least they found her."
Fin nodded. "Doesn't sound like she's the one that was bangin' our suspect though. She apparently has the hots for Liv," he said with a chuckle.
Alex's eyebrows rose a notch, but she didn't respond.
"I guess she could swing both ways, but Elliot said she was making a spectacle of herself over Benson."
Alex couldn't stand it. "Define 'spectacle'."
"Seems she was havin' a Mardi Gras party when they got there and she was dancin' on the bar. Refused to come down until Liv threw her some beads after she flashed her boobs in her face. Elliot said the look on Liv's face was priceless." He chuckled again. "Woulda loved to have been a fly on that wall."
"Let me guess. Olivia was wearing that leather jacket and throwing around her best butchy mcfabulous attitude." Alex shook her head. "She has no idea the effect that can have on some people."
This time, Fin's eyebrows rose a notch as he listened to Alex's comments. He didn't really know how to respond, so he just said, "Yeah."
Alex shook her head again as she turned to leave. "Well, have one of them call me if they come up with anything," she called over her shoulder as she walked out.
"I'll do that," Fin said as he continued to watch her curiously.
The captain stuck his head out of his office. "Have Benson and Stabler checked in?"
Fin turned his attention to his boss. "Yeah. Stabler called a few minutes ago."
"Have we learned anything new?"
Fin shook his head. "Not from their witness," he said as the captain nodded and disappeared back into his office. Fin turned his head back toward the door to see Alex disappear down the hall. "But I sure learned somethin' new about our ADA," he said to himself with a smirk.
The End