COMMUNITY FLUFF: Red Carpet Night - Law and Order Universe

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Thank you to the handful of you that voted, the final results were rather interesting, with enough of the fandoms being equally popular, making it rather difficult to choose which fandom to start with. Finally, and mainly due to RL activities, I decided to start with the Law and Order Universe, as, in the best traditions of UK children's television, 'here's one I prepared earlier....' (the opening has previously appeared on my personal LJ).

A reminder of the concept and 'rules':

This is an interactive fluff, written by the community (that's you lot!).
I've started the fluff, whose plot should be fairly obvious (Alex and Olivia have settled down in front of the TV to watch the Oscars Red Carpet show...don't lie, you've all seen a picture, if not the actual show...) The fluff now needs to be continued, by leaving comments to the post that advance the fluff along. There is no minimum or maximum length, no time limit, no turns...and most importantly, no previous writing experience required. We are all capable of typing and posting 'What is she wearing?", even if we've never typed on the face of the internet before....

Real people can be mentioned (as illustrated in the opening) but there MUST BE NO real person slash. That is a community rule.

There will be another one of these started in a little while (a day or so) for multi-fandom, but for now....



Turning off the kitchen light, Olivia padded through to the couch, taking care to set down the large bowl of popcorn without dropping any of the greasy kernels on the carpet. Surveying the well loaded table, she did a verbal check...

"So, popcorn, soda, chocolate...." As she ticked off the items, Alex joined in, identifying 'her' treats

"Cheese squares and random vegetables... water," she nodded, smiling.

Breaking out into a broad grin, her own treats catalogued, Olivia couldn't resist teasing her girlfriend.

"And you complain I eat crap...your taste in snackables is just plain weird..."

"But at least it's healthy..." protested Alex pointedly, pushing her glasses up her nose. Smiling, Olivia dropped into the couch next to her lover. Alex had weird habits, just as Olivia did, but the one she would never begrudge the blonde was a desire to eat healthy food at the most random moments.

It was something to do with her 'posting' to Small-Town Hicksville where the only place to eat out was a greasy diner. Despite hating the food, Alex had refused to learn to cook, partly out of fear of burning the stove again, but mainly because she was determined to cling to her New York identity stereotypes, and number 1 was that New Yorker's didn't cook. They assembled...or ate out.

Changing the subject, Alex hit the remote, ready to watch the saga that was the Oscars. Neither woman cared about the ceremony itself, with the latest films not really interesting them much. Watching a film required snuggling on a couch on a wet Sunday afternoon, not some musty cinema full of strangers after work. The warm up bit, with all the interviews on the red carpet however, that was different, with Joan Rivers being as snarky and funny as ever.

"Oh god....would you look at that?" exclaimed Olivia immediately, turning her head to one side in amazement.

"Is that orange with a hint of green, or green with an explosion of orange do you think?" asked Alex dryly, reaching for a carrot stick.

"Not sure, but doesn't she look familiar?" teased Olivia, gesturing vaguely at the screen before continuing "...the badly dyed hair, the slightly bemused expression...all we need now is a walking shot for the lurch...."

"Sweetheart, I'm not sure who's more insulted - the Academy for the suggestion that they may invite Casey Novak to their party, or that football player for you suggesting he might take her as a date!"

"He's a football player?" asked Olivia amazed. For one thing, she'd always assumed they were fat and ugly, and secondly, since when did Alex know about football players?

"Would you look at that?" asked Alex sharply

"What?" not realising Alex hadn't been listening to her, Olivia had to quickly return her attention to the TV screen in order to see the latest monstrosity that had caught the attorney's eye.

"That..." startled, Olivia leaned forwards in the couch to try and identify what it was that had caused the ADA to lose all ability to verbalise.

"What is it?" asked Olivia after a pause...uncertain what she was seeing, only for it to become hideously clear when all the flashbulbs stopped, allowing the shimmering dress to reveal it's occupant.

"Is that what I think it is?" asked Olivia finally

"You're the sex crimes detective.." retorted Alex dryly, canting her head to one side to consider the view.

"And you're the lesbian....stop ogling Alex!" protested Olivia suddenly, when her brain connected everything she was seeing.

"Since when are you not an expert on female nipples?" asked Alex pointedly, recalling a particularly enjoyable morning.

"Since you decided that, owing to my having a few disastrous ex boyfriends, I'm the confused bisexual who doesn't love women, but only loves you. Your nipples don't look like that...."

"No, but then I haven't been 'enhanced'"

"You think she's been enhanced?" asked Olivia, craning her neck for a better view.

"And you're supposed to be New York's finest..." sighed Alex, crunching on some celery.

"Are we talking about my nipples or my badge?" asked Olivia, confused.

"Neither....would you look at those shoes?" asked Alex suddenly.

"No thank you" replied Olivia wincing. She'd never managed well in heels, unlike her lover who wore them as a matter of course. Four, no, five inch plus stillettos, they just made her calves cramp looking at them

Smirking, Alex finished her celery, waiting for the next fashion disaster to come past. Unfortunately, the next 'victim' on the red carpet wasn't a victim at all.

"Who's that?" asked Olivia, suddenly interested in the pretty brunette.

"Famke Janssen...." observed Alex, reaching for her handy reference tool - her laptop, with the internet ready to go for spontaneous searches. You could never accuse Alex Cabot of shirking from prep!

"Who?"

"Apparantly, she was in X Men"

"Oh, a green alien thing?" asked Olivia, knocking back some buttery popcorn

"I think not...look...." Alex tilted the screen of the laptop towards Olivia, revealing pictures that definitely did not contain any green aliens...

"Ah...well, nice dress....that shiny brown looks good on her." Olivia's ability to recall and describe a crime scene was legendary. Her ability to describe haute coiture was laughable.

"That's bronze Chanel....but yeah, you're right, it looks good on you...I mean her.." Alex spoke quickly to cover her mistake. Unfortunately, judging by Olivia's smirk, she'd been spotted.

"When's Serena coming?" asked Alex quickly, eager to change the subject.

"Anytime now...she's bringing Abbie..."

"Carmichael?" questioned Alex sharply, obviously not in the loop about that piece of gossip...

"Sure...hey, what is she wearing?" asked Olivia, suddenly distracted by a walking fashion explosion....

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Alex quickly turned her attention back to the television, squinting to be certain who she was seeing was actually who she was seeing.

“What’s she doing on the red carpet? She hasn’t done a movie in ages, and where are the fashion police? If anyone deserves to be arrested it’s her,” the ADA stated, waving her hand toward the flat screen in a desperate attempt to push the woman from view.

“No kidding. How many farewell tours can a performer have anyway?” Olivia chimed in just as a knock sounded at the door.

Groaning, Olivia pushed herself from the couch and headed for their guests, calling back over her shoulder, “Be sure to take notes. I don’t want to miss anything.”

The detective opened the door to find two women who’d definitely not be mistaken for anyone on the red carpet, at least not in the clothes sense anyway. Abbie had on an old pair of sweat pants with a mismatched top, and Serena’s jeans had more holes than seams.

With a crooked grin, Abbie asked, “Well, aren’t you going to ask us in?” She quickly lifted her two arms to show the gifts she’d brought and added, “I got beer.”

Smiling, Olivia reached out and relieved Abbie of her load, offering, “C’mon in; Alex is in the den. I’ll just put this on ice.”

The two women stepped into the apartment and headed toward the couch where Alex was carrying on a one-sided conversation with the television.

“Now, that’s more like it. Leave it to the English to show come class.”

Laughing, Serena moved to take the seat next to her friend and immediately made herself at home. She placed the bowl of popcorn in her lap and proceeded to grab a handful of the popped kernels, asking, “What’ve I missed?”

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A nipple," summarised Alex briefly, taking care to time her comment so that Serena did not spray her with part-munched popcorn.

"You're sure?" asked Serena, wondering what sort of fallout there would be in the press the next day over that.

"I was, but Olivia didn't recognise it...." retorted Alex smugly.

"Why not?" asked Serena, grabbing piece of carrot - that was the great thing about snacking with Alex and Olivia - she could balance her craving for grease with her guilt about breaking the diet....

"It didn't look like mine..." explained Alex, angling the laptop screen towards Serena so she could see the picture.

"No, it wouldn't..." agreed Serena, recognising the star with her all too obviously enhanced 'assets', "...I can understand now why you thought she..." she trailed off and gestured at the 'English' (only when it suited her, mainly for tax reasons) actress just finishing an interview, "...brought class..."

It was snarky, it was punchy...it was exactly why Alex loved Serena's company when they watched these programmes - she could bitch about women in a way Olivia just...couldn't....

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Olivia returned to find her lover grinning madly. Turning to Abbie, she said, “Those two are going to be trouble. What are they discussing now?”

With a completely straight face to go along with her completely gay body, the tall Texan replied, “How you wouldn’t recognize a nipple if it jumped right out at you.”

Red-faced, Olivia exclaimed, “Alex! You said yourself that she’d had a boob job. How was I supposed to recognize a fake nipple if I’d never seen one before?”

“Relax, Olivia, and be thankful that your girlfriend happens to have the real thing. You’d be surprised how many people you’ve met and actually worked with that have had enhancements,” Serena explained, moving over so that the detective could sit next to her lover.

“Really? Who?” Olivia asked, suddenly very interested in the art of implants.

Moving to join the group, Abbie took a seat next to Serena, making for a very up close and personal conversation. “Adams in DMV for one,” the brunette mentioned casually.

“Adams? You’re kidding?” Olivia replied in disbelief.

Before Abbie could respond with a detailed lesson on how the detective could confirm her accusation, Serena’s voice cut into the conversation as she gestured wildly towards the television.

“Holy shit, would you look at that! I’ve never seen so much red in my life; she looks like a walking blood clot!”

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"Oh, ouch! That is definitely not a color she should be wearing at all, let alone in large amounts!" Alex agreed.

Olivia was to engrossed in the small picture at the bottom of the screen to get drawn into the blondes' conversation. "Guys...guys...look who just showed up..."

A collective 'oooooo' sounded from the room, as Hollywood's bad girl turned good girl and her clean cut boyfriend/lover/life partner, however it was defined walked infront of the flashing cameras. Her black and silver sparkling dress left just enough to the imagination and showed off her tattoos perfectly.

"It's a shame she didn't stick with that lesbian relationship she had when she was younger," Abbie sighed as her hand grabbed a fistful of popcorn from the bucket.

"I don't know," Olivia replied, pausing to take a swig of beer. "I'd go straight for him."

"Olivia!" Alex's head whipped around in the direction of her partner.

"What? He's on my list! And we all know you can not debate the list."

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Abbie debated between squeezing next to Serena or commendering the love seat. Deciding viewing would be enhanced by liquid refreshment, she wandered off towards the kitchen to make sure Olivia was uncapping a beer for her and not waiting for later. She met the detective in the hallway, empty handed.

"I knew I would need to get my own beverage," Abbie quipped.

"Starting already? You only brought a 6-pack."

"Because Alex told Serena you already picked up a case and that we shouldn't bring anything." Abbie looked at her pointedly.

Olivia actually blushed. "We ran out last year and gin just wasn't the same," she confessed.

Beer in hand, Abbie followed Olivia back into the living room.

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Noticing her lover’s return, Serena waited until Abbie had settled onto the nearby love seat before rising to join her. Olivia smiled as she watched the blonde practically crawl into the brunette’s lap, but the beginnings of a frown soon appeared when she noticed Serena had taken the bowl of popcorn with her.

“C’mon, we’ll make some more later,” Alex pacified her lover, seemingly able to read her mind, and reaching for Olivia’s hand, she pulled her down next to her.

A smiling Abbie winked at the pouting detective as she reached into the bowl and grabbed a handful of Olivia’s popcorn. Bringing it to her mouth, she took great pleasure in teasing the other brunette.

Alex sighed; it seemed every time Olivia and Abbie got together, they just had to tease each other or find some way to turn the event into a competition between the two of them. Deciding to put an end to the teasing before it could escalate into something more, the blonde reached over and picked up a carrot stick.

Turning Olivia’s face towards her own, she lightly kissed the detective before slowly pulling away. Smiling sweetly, she placed one end of the carrot stick into her mouth, and like a moth to a flame, Olivia was drawn to the vegetable. The two lovers leisurely consumed the carrot on the way to their grand prize.

Just as their lips finally met, Serena exclaimed, “Would you two quit playing kissy-face games and get a load of who just walked onto the red carpet!”

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"We are not playing kissy face," Olivia protested and then she gasped, "Oh My God!"

"I thought he was in jail?" Alex asked, her tone a little pouty since she didn't get her kiss.

"Makes you want to move out to LA and practise...they pay big bucks for you to hail their asses out of the fire," Abbie told the ADA, she then found herself being pelted with popcorn, "Hey!"

"Keep your mouth shut...I just got her back," Olivia told her.

"Alex...don't you have that dress?" Serena asked, drawing everyone's attention back to the TV.

Alex moved closer to the TV, "I do have that dress!" she exclaimed and plopped back down on the couch in a huff.

"What's the big deal?" Olivia asked her upset girlfriend.

"I was supposed to have the only one," Alex whined, her lips forming into a pout.

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"It looks better on her," Serena stated blandly nodding towards the blonde on the screen.

Olivia sat wide-eyed on the couch, trying so hard not to laugh that her shoulders were shaking from the explosion threatening to break. Alex, on the other hand, looked scarily calm; she slowly extricated herself from Olivia's hold and made her way to the other sofa. Looking down at Serena, who sat completely blank faced except for a slight glimmer in her eyes, she moved her hand slowly to take the bowl of popcorn from Abbie's grasp.

"Alex..." Serena said softly, as to warn the other woman.

Before she could say anything further, the salty, buttery contents of the bowl were dumped unceremoniously over her head.

"Alex!" squawked by Serena, Olivia's explosion of laughter, and the thump as the laughing woman fell off the couch, were all that could be heard through the apartment.

"You are so dead!"

'You can try...but then of course I need to remind you of that incident second year of law school..."

Serena's eyes doubled in size as her ears, still peppered with popcorn and salt, turned tomato red. "Hey, look, Will and Jada just arrive..."

"What happened in law school?" Abbie questioned, head turning between the two blondes.

"Yes, do tell," Olivia chimed in.

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"I'd rather not talk about it, " Serana stated bluntly.

"Oh come on...it can't be that bad," Abbie said, picking up some of the popcorn that landed on her chest and popping it into her mouth.

Serana turned and glared at the Texan then turned back to look up at Alex who still stood next to the couch, "You dumped this on me...you help me clean it up," she said to her friend.

Rising from the couch she grabbed Alex by the hand, leaving a small trail of popcorn on the floor as she dragged the other woman towards the bathroom.

Olivia watched them leave and turning to Abbie spoke, "So...what do you think happened?"

"Whatever it was probably involved lots of alcohol and her making a fool of herself but I doubt we'll ever find out...well I may be able to find out later tonight with the right incentives added," Abbie said with a wicked grin.

Olivia just returned the grin and added a wink then turned back to the TV, "Hey while they're gone let's play spot the boob job," she said with a chuckle.

"I thought you had problems with that earlier," Abbie asked, giving the detective an odd look.

"Did you think I was going to admit to checking out other women's breasts while my girlfriend was in the room...sheesh, you have so much to learn Abbie," she replied with a grin.

Abbie laughed and the two women zoned in on the TV to oogle over the parading movie stars while their other halves were out of the room.

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Alex and Serena soon returned, quiet. Alex was the one who broke the silence.

"What you girls up to?"

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Looking as if they’d got caught with their hand in the cookie jar, Olivia and Abbie stayed silent; however, each woman slowly reached up to pull her raised shirt back down to waist level, neither offering an excuse as to why they’d appeared to be flashing each other.

“Olivia, do you want to tell me why you felt the need to show Abbie your boob?” Alex asked, tilting her head and folding her arms across her chest.

“I’d kind of like to know the reason myself, and I’d love to know why you felt the need to reciprocate, Abbie,” Serena added as she stepped next to her friend, mimicking Alex's pose.

Olivia suddenly found the coffee table very interesting as she studied the dark grain of the wood while Abbie merely shrugged her shoulders and sat back against the love seat.

When both women stubbornly remained mute, Alex’s razor sharp mind began to quickly sift through possible scenarios until she finally groaned, “Please tell me you two weren’t having some sort of ‘who’s got the best breast’ competition.”

Sitting up and staring wide-eyed, Olivia shouted, “No way! Abbie was showing me how to tell the difference between the real thing and a really good imitation.”

Raising an eyebrow, Serena turned to her lover and asked, “Oh, really? So, Abbie? Exactly how do you tell the difference?”

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"ah, well by appearance, size if they're firm or soggy looking." Abbie replied looking straight at the TV.

"or if there are the same size" Olivia pitched in.
Alex raised eyebrow told Olivia that her girlfriend was still not convinced.

"Don't look at me she said so, she is the expert" Olivia said pointing in Abbie direction.


"Oh Really"? Serena asked surprised.