FRAUD

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After the short - but - effusive discussion with Onika before dinner, Beyoncé does not return to the table. Onika could say that she regrets her behavior, but she would not be sincere. And then it is physical distance that cuts Onika and Beyoncé off. Narrowly physical distance, as the deadly glances that one pours at the other, are as harsh and cutting as punches on knife points.

Everything they don't say with words becomes explicit in their gaze. All the disapproval, inequality, and antipathy were growing like moonlight. It could change the day but not the main message; they were different every day, and incompatible under the shadow.

After all the excitement that Onika had to force at the beginning of the night, it became less acute as time went by. She was entirely grateful to the Egyptian and Babylonian peoples for the first indications of the use of alcohol, which in the future would be carried from generation to generation until it reached Onika's hands. She knew how to have fun, drunk or not. But all her stress dissipated when she started playing her favorite songs. Especially the ones that played when she was at the set for her movie.

She felt surrounded by a small nostalgia. The addition was that now she was no longer afraid to disapprove of anyone, people knew who she was. A totally unfiltered woman who loved to live intensely.

And the more Onika drank in her current liquid happiness, the more her alter ego replaced her expressions. 

"Geez, people" Rihanna speaks a little louder as she approaches with a new round of drinks. "I was wrong after all, this party is not bad at all"

"I'm thinking so too" Diamonté says. 

Onika says, grabbing the glass from Rihanna's hand. "Look at Lauren, already cornering her future prey. Poor little boy" 

"Oh my God" Rihanna slaps her hand on her own forehead. "He's in a relationship and his girlfriend went to the bathroom... If she comes back and sees that scene it will look bad for Lauren. I'm going in there to help save her ass" 

Onika forces her blurred eyesight to focus, despite not having enough range to see. "Do you want me to go with you?" 

"You don't have to." Rihanna denies with her head. "Enjoy the party, Barbie. I'll take care of it." Rihanna pronounces over her shoulder, just as she is about to leave Onika alone. 

"You could take care of other things if you were willing." Onika risks.

Rihanna smiles, and on Onika's count, it takes forever for the answer to come. "We'll talk about it later"

Onika watches Rihanna in her heels, walk over to Lauren, the effect of the drink going straight to her head and carrying over to the rest of her body. And she absolutely almost forgets that she has company.

"I can feel the sexual tension from here" Diamonté says, grabbing Onika's shoulders and pulling her to herself

"Bitch, it's nothing like that." Onika stumbles over her words. "Rihanna is my friend." 

Diamonté smiles. "Onika's friend, not barbie's"

"You're too smart ..." Onika drags out the words. "I'm not sure I like that." 

"Relax." Diamonté kisses Onika's cheek. "Your secret is safe with me." 

"You're welcome" 

"It's thank you." Diamonté corrects.