G.L.A (Ghetto Love Affair)

(III) Almost Made It

It took about a hour for his manager to get him excused away but Chris did manage to find out her address because of her ID. She'd been staying in a hotel because she didn't live in the city. She was rolling pretty hard and from the looks of those drinks she'd been given, she hadn't been given a small dose either. Keeping her calm and hydrated until they could get her home was the goal for the night.

When Kheem pulled up to the hotel he told him he'd be parking and up to check in later. When Chris walked into the suite he set her bag down on the couch and started to look for them. He figured she'd be in the bed by now. Trey was always good at getting them to sleep. They weren't in the bedroom though. Just as he was about to call out for them, he heard a wail of despair from the bathroom.

What the hell?

Darting to the bathroom, Chris saw that Trey was sitting outside the door, scratching the back of his neck, looking utterly bewildered.

"Where is she?"
"Oh thank God", Trey sighed looking over his shoulder in relief. "She's convinced I took her legs in the car! When I tried to get her to sleep, she said I was banishing her and that I hated her. She ran her lil ass in there before I could een make sense of what she was saying"

Chris couldn't help it as he fell into fits of laughter, wiping at his watering eyes.

"You could have always just sang to her bro"
"What?"
"Misdirection. She came to the event, so she obviously likes our music. Sing to her. It should calm her down. Imma go see if it's some food in the fridge"
"Wait, don't leave!"
"One person at a time on a bad trip man. I'll come out when she's calmed down some"

He gave a nod before walking into the kitchen to hunt for something to feed her and help soak up whatever them bartenders gave her. Chris could hear Trey's faint singing get louder and louder, a small voice joining within minutes.

He'd managed to find some fruit and crackers. Simple and effective. When he was putting the strawberries in the bowl, Trey came back in the room humming...with Makani wrapped around him like a glove. He rubbed her back soothingly while he hummed to her, his right arm locked beneath her thighs wrapped around his waist. He managed to wiggle into the island chair, eyes narrowed at Chris over her head as he continued to hum, Chris fighting to stifle his laughter at the scene.

"See? No one's banishing you. You just need to relax ok?"
"Mmhmm" She hummed nodding in his neck.
"Hungry?"
"Yes"
"Want some fruit?"
"Mmhm"
"I need you to turn around now"

Her legs and arms tightened as she shook her head no. Trey sighed and slid to his feet, placing her on the counter and sliding the bowl so it rested against her outer thigh. She peeked down at it, and with a giddy squeal, Makani finally released his neck and grabbed the bowl greedily.

"Good girl"

She grinned up at him with her cheeks full. Ah. A praise kink. That would work in their favor getting her to cooperate and take her ass to sleep.

"At least you're eating something. That's a good sign"

She jumped and almost dropped the bowl as she tilted her head back to find his voice.

"It's the Wiz!", she smiled squeezing her thighs around Trey even tighter.
"The what?"

She began to sing 'You Can't Win' as she wiggled back and forth merrily. Chris watched with mirth for a minute, before his eyes zeroed in on the tattoo resting against her left ribcage.

"Yeah, I've definitely seen you somewhere before"

She immediately ceased her singing and whipped her head to lock eyes with him again.