The One

Let's Get Drunk: Part 2

 Back at the club, Karol quickened her pace to catch up with her sister. "Yo wifey, let's hit the toilet first," she urged, tugging Sharon towards the VVIP restroom on the same floor.

Once inside, Karol's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't get too drunk, okay? I just spotted two hunkies at the bar, sipping their rum or scotch or something, looking all hot and handsome." A mischievous grin spread across her face as she looked over at her sister. "We're both going to play with them tonight."

Sharon raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. "You evil bitch! To think I'm the crazy one in this relationship, and you're the worst of the two!" She chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "But I love it! This wild side of you is fantastic!"

Karol winked at Sharon, her smirk radiating a sense of plotting mischief as she applied her lipstick with deliberate flair, signalling that she was more than ready for a night of fun.

Sharon shot her a knowing look, her own lipstick in hand. "Got it, ma'am! First, let's get the boys utterly plastered before we ditch them." She reapplied her lipstick like the quintessential mean girl.

Karol leaned in, her voice dripping with confidence, "Don't worry about that; I've already arranged a fine selection of booze for them."

"Alright then, let's get this party started! But before all that, I need to go for numbers one and two."

"Same here! I need to relieve myself too," Karol agreed, stepping into the adjacent cubicle. A few moments into the silence, Sharon broke it once more, her voice playful.

"I've been thinking," she began.

"Yea?" Karol replied, her curiosity piqued as she subconsciously glanced to her left.

"What drinks did you order?"

"A stellar lineup, I suppose. Definitely enough to get us both buzzing," Karol quipped.

"I ordered the usual suspects: dark and stormy, French 75, boulevardier, gimlet, mojito, Manhattan, margarita, dry martini, daiquiri, Bacardi shots, and devil's spring vodka shots," Sharon listed proudly.

"Damn sissy, going big or going home, huh?! That's impressive! Let's get them sauced up ASAP!"

"First, we'll hit them with the shots, get them tipsy, and then head to the dance floor," Sharon plotted enthusiastically.

"And after that, we circle back and finish them off with a second round, right?"

Karol grinned wickedly as she finished up, making her way to the sinks to wash her hands. She turned as she emerged, asking, "Sure, I'll be waiting in the room for you, okay?" poised at the mirror, adjusting her appearance.

"Alright! I'll be a minute; just keep them tipsy until I get there," Sharon replied from her cubicle.

"Okay, fingers crossed the drinks arrive soon," Karol said before exiting the toilet on a mission to ensure the boys were well-lubricated.

Walking into the VVIP room, Karol found the drinks and the hostess had yet to arrive. Unfazed, she took a seat at the far end of the plush sofa, fishing her phone out from her bag and crossing her legs with a blend of elegance and anticipation. Moments later, the hostess entered, followed closely by Sharon, who trailed behind with an energised stride.

As the drinks were placed carefully on the lavish coffee table, Karol and Sharon exchanged a knowing look, their secret mission officially underway.

Sharon seized a shot glass, pushing some towards the boys as she chimed, "Alright boys and gal, time to grab your fav drinks!" She raised her own shot glass high.

Karol admired her sister's cunning tactics, urging the boys to take the shots as she chimed in, "Let's toast to our Leo here; his birthday just passed!"

"Cheers to that!" Sharon rallied, lifting her French 75 as she encouraged the boys to down their Bacardi and devil's spring vodka shots. "Oh, and let's raise a glass to Karol's MBA," she added, thrusting more shots into their eager hands, never allowing a moment's pause.

"Yea! Bottoms up for that!" Karol cheered, taking a sip of her dark and stormy while prodding the boys to finish their shots, the hostess echoing the excitement from both sides.

Without missing a beat, Sharon distributed more shots, her voice energised. "Let's toast to her successfully submitted assignment—after a few errors!"

"Let's drink to that!" Karol exclaimed louder than intended, gently pushing the boys to bottom-up their glasses once more.

"And here's to our unplanned vacation that turned into a blast!" Karol added, lifting her glass with enthusiasm as they all joined in the revelry.

No surprise to a tipsy Benjamin, he bellowed, "Let's bottom up to that!" and promptly slammed back his shots with the exuberance of a performer at a raucous stage show.

Karol arched her left eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips, fully aware of Benjamin's tipsy state. "And last but not least, let's raise a glass to our new friend Leo for being an absolute legend, just going along with our madcap antics!" She hoisted her glass high, the light catching the rim as if it were a trophy.

"Bottoms up for that!" Benjamin cheered enthusiastically, his voice carrying through the bar like a drunken anthem before he tipped back another shot.

Sharon turned to Leonard, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, urging him to join in the revelry. "Cheers to Leo!" she proclaimed, taking a dainty sip of her shot instead of bottoms up, casting a sidelong glance at Leonard, who was matching Benjamin's drink for drink.

Karol couldn't help but smirk at her sister's antics, noting how Sharon mimicked her movements with the flair of a seasoned actress faking a lavish toast. The hostess, observing the shenanigans unfold, wore a knowing smile, fully aware of the sisters' innocent façade.

"You girls can order and drink anything you fancy, enjoy yourselves! And he'll pay for it," the hostess said, gesturing towards Benjamin, who was beginning to resemble a jolly drunkard at a holiday feast.

In perfect unison, the blonde and brunette hostesses politely declined. "Thank you, ma'am, for your generous offer, but we really can't drink while we're working," they chimed, like a rehearsed but charming duet.

Sharon nodded sagely, "Very well, but do keep a watchful eye on these two and ensure they don't wander off this floor," she instructed, eyes darting between the unsuspecting pair.

"Of course, ma'am, we'll keep a close watch," they assured.

"Thanks, and don't forget to have fun, too!" Karol winked at them both, earning herself a blush from the hostesses as they continued to play their role of attentive, yet generous, hosts.