TITLE: Angie’s New Year’s Treat
AUTHOR: Courtney
EMAIL: courtz16@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Stingers, or the characters in the show. I am 
writing this for my own amusement and not for any monetary profit.
WARNING: This fic has a bit of swearing in it (couple of s words and f 
words) but it is in context. The fic also refers to alcohol quite a bit 
(hey, it’s New Years) so if you find either of these offensive, don’t read 
any further.
SUMMARY: Angie goes out for New Years, with her friends, and at last finds 
love outside of her work. (Further notes at the end of the page, but don’t 
read them now, cos you will ruin the story)
THANKS: To Andrea for proof reading through this (and all my fics) and 
posting it for me.


“That will be $57.60” Angie looked at the lady in amazement, then at the 
costume she was about to hire. How did I get talked into going to this 
thing? $57.60, talk about a rip off. Nonetheless Angie pulled three $20 
notes from her purse and handed them to the lady. The lady spoke as she 
collected Angie’s change

“I’m sure you will turn a few heads in this little number…. And here’s $2.40 
change.” Angie took the change and slipped it into her purse, and took her 
parcel

“Yeah, I hope so. Happy New Year!” The lady smiled and replied

“You too, Sweetheart.”

Later on that evening, Angie sat at her dressing table, applying the last 
of her make up, before putting on her wig. Taking another sip of her Vodka 
Cruiser, she began to psych herself up for the evening she had been talked 
into

“I am going to have a good time. I am no longer sweet, innocent, backward in 
coming forward Angie Piper.” Angie put on the wig, pleased with the way she 
looked

“I am the sexually alluring Morticia Addams, who is going to pick up 
tonight, a really, really good looking, attractive guy, who is not a 
stalker, does not live on the other side of Australia, and is not a piker..” 
Angie gulped down what was left of her drink, and collected her things to 
put into her bag. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. For a 
blonde, she certainly pulled off the Morticia Addams look very well. She 
heard a vehicle pull up outside, and a horn go off. Quickly she grabbed her 
bag and keys and ran out the door, and up to the bus, already filled with 
people.

Angie climbed up the steps of the bus, in her tight fitting Morticia Addams 
style dress, and was met by a number of wolf whistles and cheers. Angie 
blushed, despite the fact she was surrounded by friends. Girls on this bus 
had remained loyal to Angie, even though her job meant that she didn’t have 
much time to spend with them.
She looked around at her closest friends, all dressed in costume for the 
night. Janene was looking hot, as a she-devil, dressed in a mini skirt, 
Mandy was dressed as a hooker style Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Trish was 
dressed as a cat, in a full length black leotard, Suzie was dressed as a 
fairy princess and Tammy was dressed as Uma Thurman, Pulp Fiction style.

Angie complimented them all on their outfits, as she made her way down to 
the back of the bus, to where her two closest friends in the world were 
sitting. The three of them had been inseparable since kindergarten. Angie 
planted herself between them on the backseat. On her left was Tracy dressed 
as Wonder Woman, and on her right was Christy who had decided to go as an 
eighties style Madonna, cones, high ponytail, microphone and all. Now that 
she was on her way to the venue, she felt grateful for the fact that they 
had been able to persuade her into coming. Christy turned to Angie and said

“All set for the night of your life Ally?” The sound of Angie’s real name 
grated through her ears, but she smiled and said,

“You bet, I’m gonna get absolutely shit faced, don’t worry about that!” 
Tracy laughed, glad to have her best friend back, sounding like she used to 
in high school. “So girls, have you got your masks all ready?”

Angie cringed. “Do we have to wear them? They wreck the whole look”

Tracy agreed. “Yeah, I know, but they won’t let you in the door without 
them, and they won’t let you take them off till after midnight. By the way 
Ally, that dress looks great on you.” Angie smiled

“You don’t think it’s a little to tight?” Tracy just laughed at her

“Ally Cat, you could pull off anything with that body of yours” Angie 
smiled, and leant her head on Tracy’s shoulder.

“You haven’t called me Ally Cat since we left Primary School.” Tracy smiled

“I don’t know why I called you that. Why, don’t you like it?” Angie laughed.

“No, no I like it. It reminds me of who I really am.” Christy laughed at 
this cryptic comment, as she pulled out three Subs.

“You’re a funny one Allison Verhoeven, you really are” Christy passed around 
the drinks.

“Ok girls, let’s drink to our New Year’s Resolutions” Tracy lifted her glass 
and began. “Here’s to kicking that dirty, rotten habit of smoking”

Christy took her turn next, raising her glass, “Here’s to saving enough 
money to go on a holiday next year.” Angie thought for a moment. There were 
so many resolutions she wanted to make. She wanted to learn to be more 
forward, she wanted to learn how to say no to people and not let people walk 
all over her, but finally she raised her glass.

“Here’s to spending more time with you guys,” Both Tracy and Christy 
cheered, as the three glasses met in the middle.

Tracy, Christy and Angie entered the ballroom, masks on and well on the way 
to feeling a little bit tipsy. They moved away from the doorway and scanned 
the room. Finally Christy said

“I say we split up, suss out any hotties and meet in the toilets at 11.15pm, 
what do you guys reckon?” Tracy and Angie nodded in agreement. This was 
their usual clubbing routine. It was easier to pick up guys when you weren’t 
in a group.

Tracy got in first “I’ll take the dance floor.”

Angie looked briefly at Christy, and spoke before she had the chance, “I’ll 
take the bar”

Christy smirked. “Fine, I’ll just hang around outside the mens toilets” 
Tracy and Angie laughed, and Tracy said,

“You can come with me on the dance floor, just as long as we’re not 
together” Christy smiled, and the three of them separated with quick hugs. 
Before Angie left, she turned around and said.

“11.15pm, Ladies Toilets. Good luck guys.”

“Good Luck, Alley Cat.”

Angie sat at the bar, and looked across at the dance floor. Tracy was 
dancing up close and personal with what looked to be B1, from Banana’s in 
Pajama’s and Christy had hooked up with what looked to be two members of the 
Village People, the Indian and the Cop. Angie shook her head and laughed. As 
she turned back to face the bar, she saw the cowboy she had been eyeing all 
night coming toward her. Angie smiled to herself. Maybe Danni’s tricks did 
work after all. The cowboy came up beside her, and not wasting any time 
said,

“How ‘bout a Quick Fuck?” Angie smiled

“I’d love to Cowboy.” The cowboy motioned to the bartender

“Two Quick Fucks thanks mate” The bartender nodded and went to get the 
drinks. Angie took a moment to study what he was wearing. It was obviously 
a hired costume, with black cowboy pants, studded boots, red vest on a brown 
shirt, a red hat, with a matching mask that covered his eyes, and most of 
his face. The cowboy turned to Angie.

“I’m Dave by the way” Angie smiled and took his extended hand.

“Allison, but call be Ally.” Dave smiled

“So Ally… did you come here alone?” Angie smiled and decided to play with 
him a bit.

“No, actually I came with Wonder Woman and Madonna” Dave’s look of concern 
soon turned into a look of relief.

“So how about you Dave, did you come alone?” Dave smiled

“No, actually I came with the Gladiator over there” Dave pointed to a 
Gladiator, making a fool of himself on the dance floor. Angie laughed as the 
bartender turned with their drinks. Dave thanked the bartender, and looked 
at Angie, who already had her hand around the shot glass. Dave took his 
drink and began to count

“One, Two, Three.” Both Angie and Dave knocked back their drinks and Angie’s 
glass hit the bar a spilt second before Dave’s. Angie raised her arms in 
victory, but Dave protested

“Hey Ally, you drank on two, that’s not fair!” Angie laughed. Maybe she did 
cheat, just a little.

“Ok, ok, we’ll have a rematch, my shout. How about a Cocksucker, Cowboy?” 
Dave laughed, and Angie ordered the drinks.

“Two Cocksuckers thanks mate” The bartender nodded and once again went to 
get the drinks. Angie turned to Dave

“So Davey, can I call you Davey?”

Dave laughed, “Not if you expect an answer.”

Angie laughed, the previous shot was beginning to affect her, “Ok then, I 
won’t call you Davey, if you don’t call me Smelly Ally. Deal?” Angie held 
out her hand, and Dave took it.

“Deal” The bartender returned again with their drinks and Angie began the 
countdown.

“Ready? One, Two, Three!” Both Angie and Dave threw the drinks down their 
throats, and their glasses hit the bar simultaneously. Dave laughed while 
Angie said

“Well, we’ll have to call it a draw, because if we have another rematch, I’m 
gonna fall off this stool.” Dave laughed, and held out his hand.

“Allison, would you like to dance?” Angie laughed at this formal invitation, 
but took his hand.

“Why yes David, I would” As they made their way to the dance floor, Angie 
discovered just how hard it was to walk in such a tight fitting dress, after 
a couple of drinks. As she stepped down on to the dance floor, she felt 
herself falling forward, toward the ground. Dave managed to catch her just 
in time, and as she was clinging on to his vest, she said,

“You have no idea how hard it is to walk in this dress.”

Dave laughed, “You sure it’s not just the effect too much alcohol.”

“No, it’s not, I had trouble walking in this dress when I was sober!” Angie 
defended herself.

Dave laughed, “Alright, take a chill pill!”

Angie smiled “Well stop saying stupid things!”

Dave laughed, as he led her to a space in the middle of the dance floor, and 
the two of them began to dance. Angie watched Dave dance, and burst into 
laughter.

“Dave, you dance like a gorilla!”

Dave pretended to look offended and said, “Well then, Morticia Addams, show 
me how it’s done.”

Angie smiled, and began to dance, and soon she was pulling out the moves she 
would never dream of doing sober, moving up and down Dave’s body. Finally 
Dave caught on to the rhythm, and the pair dancing, oblivious to what was 
going on around them. Finally, one of the bartenders interrupted them, 
offering them a turn at the bourbon bong. Angie knew she just had to have a 
go at this, so the bartender filled up the bottle with a can of Jim Beam, 
and Angie put her mouth around the hose. By this time a crowd was building 
around her. Once Angie was ready, the bartender released the tap, and Angie 
sculled the bourbon, while the crowd around her chanted,

“Scull, Scull, Scull, Scull, Scull.” Finally Angie finished the bong, 
without spilling a drop and the crowd began to disband, and the bartender 
put a sticker on Angie’s chest, stating her achievement. Angie made her way 
unsteadily over to Dave.

“Did ya see that Dave?” Dave laughed. This girl knew how to have a good 
time.
“But Dave I think I’m a little tipsy,” Angie put her arms around Dave’s 
neck, just as a slow song began to play. Angie relaxed into his toned body, 
and put her head to his chest. Dane put his cheek to her head.

“Mmmm, the smell of a nylon wig, turns me on baby.”

Angie laughed, and looked up at him. “Hey Dave, what do you do for a 
living?”

Dave answered, “I’m a building surveyor, I work for a company in the city. 
How about you Ally?”

Angie smiled. A guy with a nice normal job, that she didn’t work with. She 
had vowed to herself that she would never get involved with a guy whose job 
took him halfway around the world regularly, like Rob’s had done. To answer 
his question, Angie found herself telling a lie.

“Oh, I have an office job, at umm… AMP in the city.” Angie thought to 
herself, well no one really knows what AMP does anyway, do they? Most people 
in Undercover told their friends and family they were in the Police Force, 
and worked in Admin or something, but Angie had discovered that telling guys 
she was a cop was the best way to get rid of them. And you may as well tell 
a full lie, rather that just half of one. Dave left the conversation at 
that, and they continued to dance. At the end of the song, Angie glanced 
down at her watch. It was 11.15pm already. She looked up at Dave

“I ahh… have to go and check in with my friends. Promise me you won’t go 
anywhere?” Dave smiled

“I’ll wait for you over by the champagne fountain.” Angie smiled, and kissed 
him gently on the cheek.

“I’ll be back a soon as I can.” Blushing, Angie left the dance floor, and 
made her way to the toilets, not looking back at Dave, who was smiling like 
the Cheshire cat.

Inside the toilets, Tracy and Christy were already at the mirror, fixing up 
their makeup and comparing stories.

“So Trace, you gonna stick with B1 for the rest of the night?” Tracy 
applied, reapplying her lipstick.

“No, I think I’ll go with his mate, B2. He has the sexiest green eyes, he is 
just mint. How about you Chrissy, have you made your mind up between the 
Village People?” Christy laughed.

“I gave them the flick. I think they were more interested in each other.. NO, 
I’ve moved on to bigger and better things. Frankenstein.” They three of them 
laughed, and all attentions turned on Angie.
“Allison Michaela Verhoeven, what would your mother say if she saw you in a 
state like this?”

Angie laughed “She would probably say what she always does, that you two are 
a bad influence!”

Christy laughed, “She would not, you mother loves us” Angie agreed

“Yeah, she does” Tracy wasn’t interested in this chit chat, she wanted to 
know the goss.

“So how’s it going out there with Wyatt Earp, Ally?” Angie blushed.

“His name is (hiccup) Dave and he is a (hiccup) building surveyor, and he is 
(hiccup) so sweet and so (hiccup) funny.”

“Hey, hey, I’m not pushing him. It’s good to see you out and playing the 
field, after the whole thing with Rob…” Tracy said

Christy also added “Yeah, and that guy at your work you only half told us 
about” Angie smiled and looked at herself in the mirror. Happy with what she 
saw, she turned around and gave her friend’s a quick hug and a kiss on the 
cheek

“Happy (hiccup) New Year’s girls, and thank you so much for talking me into 
coming here. I am having the best night of my life.” Tracy and Christy 
laughed as Angie left the toilets, they both yelled out.

“Happy New Year’s Ally”

“You go Girlfriend!”

Angie headed straight toward the champagne fountain, grateful that her 
hiccups were finally going. Dave was standing exactly where he said he would 
be. As Angie got within a few meters of him, he pulled a long stem red rose 
from behind his back and handed it out to Angie. Angie took the rose and 
held it to her nose, taking in its sweet scent

“Thank you, you shouldn’t have.” Angie moved closer to hug him, and he said.

“Well, they were giving them out, so I thought I may as well take one” Angie 
laughed, as Dave leant down to kiss her. Their lips touched gently and 
unsure at first, and slightly awkward with the masks but soon the kiss grew 
more passionate. Finally Dave broke away and whispered as he held her tight. 
“I can’t wait until midnight,” Angie laughed, blushing once again. Dave 
asked, “Would you like to accompany me out to the balcony, to welcome in the 
New Year?”

Angie slipped her arm through his. “Yes, I would like that very much”

Out on the balcony, many of the other couples had had the same idea. Dave 
found them the perfect spot on the railing, over looking the superbly lit up 
Yarra River. From where they were, they could see the masses of people 
gathered around South Bank, ready to welcome in the New Year. Angie leant 
over the edge of the balcony, and Dave wrapped his arms around her 
shoulders.

She leant back into him and said, “Dave this has been the best night ever.”

Dave put his head on her shoulder and kissed her white neck “It has, hasn’t 
it?” Angie tilted her head to one side, to let Dave continue, “Everything is 
perfect. The music, the rooms and now this view. And you. And the thing is, 
I haven’t even seen your entire face” Dave looked at Angie. “Allison, I ahh, 
I would really like to see you again, sometime soon, after tonight...” Dave 
was interrupted by the countdown.

“Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven...” Angie turned around to face Dave as they 
continued the countdown.

“Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Happy New Year!!!” Around them fireworks 
exploded, champagne bottles were popped and cheers filled the night sky. 
Somewhere in the background, Auld Lang Syne could be heard. But none of this 
mattered to Angie and Dave, both absorbed in a passionate kiss. Finally, 
when the kiss ended, Dave and Angie looked around them as other couples were 
pulling off their masks. Some couples had resumed their passionate embraces 
while others looked at each other awkwardly.

Angie looked at Dave. “Paper, Rock, Scissors? Loser takes their mask off 
first?”

Dave thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, alright” Angie and Dave held out 
their fists, and counted together

“One, Two, Three!” Angie kept her hand in a fist, while Dave had chosen 
scissors. Admitting defeat, he took his mask off. Angie studied his face for 
a moment, before saying

“Ohh Shit!”

Dave looked insulted, “Hey, I didn’t think I was that ugly.” Angie took off 
her mask and wig at the same time, and Dave looked at her.

“Shit is right” Angie replied

“Yeah” Angie then added, “You came with Bundy didn’t you?”

“And I’m guessing Allison is your real name” Angie sighed, and looked down 
at the wig and mask, still in her hands.
“Oh Oscar, what have we done?” Angie’s eyes began to get teary, and Oscar 
hugged her again.

“Just our luck Ange, isn’t it. We both go out, looking for love and wind up 
with each other.”

Angie laughed, still holding on to him. “And what’s this crap about a 
building surveyor?”

Oscar laughed, “I thought I would try something new. And what about you, 
Miss ‘I Have A Job At AMP’! Do you even know what they do at AMP?”

Angie laughed, “Nope, I wouldn’t have a clue. We’re a pair of shockers 
aren’t we?”

Oscar laughed, as he moved closer. “Yeah, we are.” Just as their lips were 
about to meet for the third time that evening, Angie backed away.

“Stone, is this real? Because I don’t ever want to go through what I have 
been through this past year with you.”

Oscar sighed, “Oh Angie, I am so sorry, I was so wrong, and I…”

“And I forgive you” Angie interrupted.

Oscar smiled with relief, “Really?”

Angie laughed, growing impatient. “Yes really, now come here.” As the rest 
of the crowd went back inside, and all the excitement of New Years began to 
slow down, one last bright red firecracker blossomed through the night sky, 
as Oscar and Angie celebrated their New Years well into the morning.

EXPLANITORY NOTES: Just in case you are left a little bit confused at the 
ending, Oscar used to live with this guy named Bundy (he was a bit of a 
geek) and Oscar went under the name of Dave with Bundy, and that is why 
Oscar would be using the name of Dave. Angie’s real name has not been 
mentioned on the show, so I thought I would just make one up for the purpose 
of the fic. With this fic, you have to either assume that Oscar hadn’t been 
shot, or he made a miraculously fast recovery. Umm that’s about it for these 
notes, if you have any questions, just email me.

Happy New Years Everyone!!!