Mommy? [Gojo x fem! reader]

35 Pt 2

Alas, I have resurrected from the dead... enjoy 🫠

2nd Person
Everyone's mains had been served and were now moving towards dessert. The attendants on your table sluggishly picked at their food in defeat. They groaned with every movement, finally realising that the fish didn't pair well with all of the wine they were drinking. You opted out of the alcohol, being the possible driver for your drunken comrades.

"Bring forth the sweets." Miyuko slurred, pointing her finger in the air demandingly.
"Indeed!" Utahime added. If you had known that booze made your friends sound like monarchs from the 14th century, you would've made it your mission to organise more of these 'outings'.

Finally, the server returned to retrieve the eaten dishes, chuckling as he saw the state in which your friends were.

"Enjoying our night ladies?" he spoke charismatically.

"Very much fine sir." Mei Mei replied resting her cheek on her palm in a daze. He laughed a little more while you tried to quiet the rest down. It seemed you were drawing unwanted attention.

"I'll be back with your desserts." the server announced. You quickly caught his attention.

"Oh please if you don't mind, bring out um fresh desserts." you pleaded.

"Oh Mam, we take pride in making our food fresh daily." he smiled.

"Oh no I meant would it be okay if we just stuck to sorbets or things that are light on the tummy, I'm afraid my friends have reached their full stomach capacity. Maybe something refreshing and alcohol-free? It would probably be best."

"O-oh of course! I'll see what I can do for you." he bowed and you thanked him greatly.

"Bring more shiraz at once!" Ieiri demanded. They were nailing this early 1900's Englishman facade.

"No no, herbal tea is all your having for the rest of the night. You'll thank me in the morning," you affirmed. She simply huffed in response.

...

"Who's bright idea was it to give Gojo alcohol?" Nanami asked.

Gojo slumped his elbows forward onto the table, pointing accusingly at Kaito who seemed to be in a world of his own.

"You.......look." the man took a second, "like...horse shit." Satoru's head nearly fell into the plate beneath him. Kaito looked toward Gojo, gazing into nothingness as if he was trying to register what he had just said.

It finally hit him.

"Oh yeah? Well, you," he tried to contain the burp in his mouth, "smell! like horse shit." his breathing sounded as if he had just run a marathon.

"Alright that's enough you two-" Ren tried but was interrupted.

"I do not smell like horse shit! Nanami do I?!!" gojo pleadingly gazed upon his blonde and fed up friend. If Nanami were to agree with Kaito, it would send his frosty friend into a spiral.

"No Gojo, surprisingly you always smell quite nice," he said boredly.

"Like roses?"

Nanami heaves a sigh "like roses."

Gojo grinned in triumph. Kaito crossed his arms,
defiantly accepting defeat because he too knew that Gojo did in fact smell of roses, he was just too stubborn to admit it.

"Alright I think tonight has gone on long enough, you guys are all idiots I want to go home," Raiko announced, trying to grab his phone with chopsticks and a fork.

Ren deadpanned at the man. "Alright well, it looks like it's up to us three to take the rest home." Ren scratched his nape.

"Us three?" Nanami inquired. Confused, Ren turned his attention to who he thought was still sober, but instead found his red-haired companion dozing off lazily in his chair nearly falling off. They both sighed, Nanami slowly stood up.