Ramirah Shiloh Capri
It's Christmas Eve, and Solana and I are about to make a quick run to the store. We're going to bake cookies tonight and make breakfast together tomorrow. I'm thinking about grabbing some wine, but Solana's not really into wine. Knowing her, we'll probably end up with tequila, and she'll find some weed somewhere.
I also want to find matching pajamas and some snacks, just little things to make it cozy.
"You ready, baby?" Solana peeked her head into the bathroom.
I nodded, applying a little gloss. We grabbed the keys to the rental and headed out the door.
"Mm, kiss." I say, puckering up my lips. She gives me a quick peck, and I roll my eyes.
"What's wrong, girl?" she asks, glancing over at me while driving.
"That baby ass kiss," I reply, making her laugh.
"I could fuck you instead, if that's what you want," she teases, and I can't help but laugh.
"Why are you always so vulgar?" I ask, shaking my head laughing as she shrugs.
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"Girl, we were supposed to go to Target and Marshalls, not Specs," I say, standing in the tequila aisle.
"I don't want no damn wine, I'm too young for that," she says, grabbing a bottle of Casamigos before we head off to get some juice.
"You don't want a specific type of juice?" she asks, glancing at me while I'm scrolling on my phone.
"What do I need juice for?" I ask, confused.
"For a chaser, duh," she says, making me frown.
"I'm not drinking that nasty shit," I say, wrinkling my nose.
"Girl, we'll see," she laughs as we head to checkout.
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Back at the cabin, we unload everything—matching pajamas, socks, snacks, drinks, Prosecco for me, tequila for her, and, of course, some weed. We also grabbed some games and activities. The cabin host left minimal Christmas decorations, so we put our gifts under the tree and everything looks so cute, especially with the big windows with the snow outside. Honestly, I could stay here forever.
We just got out of the shower, changed into our pajamas, and are now waiting on the cookies to bake. I pour myself a glass of wine and call out to Solana.
"Want some wine baby?"
"Nah, I'm good. Let's take shots and play this game," she says, nodding me over. I shake my head but bring the bottle with me.
"What game are we playing?" I ask as she pulls out Uno. She doesn't know it yet, but I'm about to whoop her ass, easily.
"Solana, you can't put a skip on a reverse, be for real," I say, pushing her hand as she laughs.
"Girl, I was just trying to make sure you were paying attention," she slurs a little.
"Nah, you're just drunk," I laugh, feeling the wine starting to hit me as well.
"I'm drunk? You're the one over there with your eyes closed," she points out.
"Girl my eyes are open. Play your turn before I skip you again," I say.
"UNO!" I yell, and she smacks her teeth.
"You over there cheating, Ramirah," she grumbles, snatching the card from my hand.
"Solana, you're a sore loser," I drag out, sighing dramatically.
"Yeah, whatever. Open your mouth," she says, grabbing my chin and pouring a shot in my mouth. I quickly reach for her juice.
