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Another Day, Another Drink, Same Drama! (Three Caballeros x Reader)

The Legend of the Three Caballeros
Three Caballeros x Reader
Gender Neutral!Reader
Slight Jealousy/Rivalry
Fluff

I accepted that we weren't going out tonight early into the trip. It had been a long adventure and they had probably forgotten along the way. Donald had disappeared halfway through and came back wearing a t-shrit with holes burned into it. I was afraid to think where his suit went. Panchito wasn't much better. His hat was missing a chunk out of it. Even Casandra seemed to be glowing a little less bright. José was the only unfazed by the whole affair.

"Get some rest, guys. You look like you need it," I sighed and crashed on the couch.

Donald nodded and made his way to his room.

"Ficar na lama. I for one, need a drink, mi amigos. Care to join?" José asked. I don't know how he still had energy after the last couple of days.

"Si!" Panchito beamed, grabbing a spare hat.

"What about you ____? We were planning on a night of fun anyway. Can't let a small adventure like that get us down." He turned to me with a pleading look.

I knew there was no saying no to him but also he was insane. We had just spent four days in the jungle being eaten alive by mosquitoes and chased by Felldrake and his minions. I needed to stay strong. Be responsible. Say no.

"I should stay and check on," Jose cut me off.

"He's just going to sleep." He pulled me off the couch.

"Let's go party people!" Casandra pumped her fist and snapped.

The place was lovely, full of life, and French. People danced, laughed, and a drink was shoved in my face.

"Here you go," José beamed. "La rose noire. Uma bela bebida para um belo você."

"You're already drunk, José," I said, taking the drink.

"No no. It will take half the menu before that." He had made it his personal mission to try everything they offered and he up for the challenge.

"Just one," I sighed, taking the pink drink.

That was the last sober thought I had. I sipped the blackberry flavored drink. It was fairly sweet and I couldn't taste the liquor. José's challenge became mine. I got the ones he didn't like or he would buy a second one of the ones he really enjoyed so I could try it. An hour in, I was hanging on Panchito. He was attempting to teach me a dance. He laughed every time I took a misstepped. I stumbled into his chest.

"Let's try when I'm not drunk," I muttered.

"It was your idea," he laughed.

"You know better than to listen to me when I'm drinking." He laughed.

"Of course, mi amor," he beamed.

"Amor?" I whispered, attempting to stand. He had never called me that before.

"You called?" José wrapped an arm around my waist for support.

I felt myself blush though no one could tell with the heat of the alcohol on my face. Still, I put my abnormally cold hands on my very warm cheeks. José handed me another drink. I tried to make a coherent thought. The boys seemed to be glaring at each other.

"Which one is this?" I asked, looking at José drink.

He turned to me and smiled. He explained the ingredients and walk me to the bar. I was thankful for a seat but I only processed lemon out of everything he said. I sipped it and it wasn't over baringly tang.

"Reminds me of a hard lemonade," I said.

"Meu docinho you have terrível taste."

"And since I didn't understand that. I am taking it as a compliment," I mumbled.

"You have the taste buds of a, what's the word?" He glared at his hands, "Ah, frat boy."

"Hey! I drink more than bad beer and jello shots."

"But you prefer them," he hummed.

"No I prefer you." I flushed and stammered out. "You're taste."

That didn't help and before he could make a remark I slip off the seat. Casandra caught me.

"Woah, you alright?"

"Send me home," I whispered.

"Are you sure it's just starting to get lively in here," Cassandra screamed over the music.

"Yes, I'm sure."

I appeared in the living room and I stumbled to the first bathroom I could reach. I hugged the toliet.

"____? Are you drunk it's noon?" Donald asked, already soaking a washcloth for me. I didn't know that he had walked in.

"We were in France." I laid my head on the wall.

"Of course," he knelt beside me. "Want to go bed?"

I nodded and he slipped an arm under me. He helped me up and I face planted into his chest. He smelt like had freshly showered.

"You smell good." I pulled back embarrassed and the compliment turned him red.

He helped me to the bed and I slept for a long time. I woke up to smell of coffee. I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and realized I was in Donald's room. I made my way to the kitchen and hope no one saw me leave his room.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Donald said as I walked in.

"Loud. To loud," I hissed and bumped into the corner of the table. Panchito caught me and help me into a seat.

"Are you hung over?" José asked.

"I plead the fifth." Laying my head on the table.

"That's what you get for going out with those party animals," Donald handed me a cup of coffee.

"Water, please." He made me a glass.

"You're just jealous. You could've gone with us. It was a wonderful night with amazing drinks," José said.

"Until ____ left. Then you two turned into messes and want to leave immediately," Casandra said, walking in with sunglasses.

"Ah, it was getting boring by then," José said.

"Si. Everyone was leaving," Panchito agreed.

"By the way, I went to check on you weren't in your room. Where were you?" Casandra asked.

"Sleeping with me," Donald said. The other two gasped.

"Phrasing," I mumbled into the cup.

They started asking me questions, throwing insults, and I only made out half of what they said, which included 'why not me', 'betrayal', and 'win you back'.  It wasn't a new fight but it was anting one. I held up a hand.

"I vote we have this conversation when I'm not hungover."

"Or at least quiter," Casandra face planted on the table.

Word Count: 1122

French:
La rose noire - The black rose

Portuguese:
ficar na lama - stick in the mud
uma bela bebida para um belo você - A beautiful drink for a beautiful you
meu docinho - my candy, my sweetie