.| Brunch |
Fatima: good morning. Table for Wilson please.
Waiter: (smiles) good morning ma'am. Right this way... your sister is already waiting for you.
Fatima: thank you.
Fatima followed behind the waiter as he led the way to their pre-booked table. Dee was already sitting down - scrolling on her phone as she waited on Fatima and her mother to arrive.
Fatima: (taps Dee's shoulder) hey sissy! You look good girl! Gimme a hug.
Dee: (gives her a stank look)
Waiter: damnnn girl, I can smell that stank look from a mile away!
** Fatima and Dee both turn to look at the waiter **
Waiter: my bad. (He puts the menus on the table) I'll give y'all a few minutes to decide on what y'all will be having. *he leaves*
Fatima: (still standing, with her arms folded) so you're really not gonna hug me? -pouting-
Dee: (chuckles, stands up) girl, you know that I'm just messing with you! (Pulls her into a hug) you look good too! Had a baby where??!
Fatima: (smiles as she sits down) thank you! (Starts looking through the menu) have you already ordered a drink?
Dee: (also paging through the menu) nope. I was waiting for one of y'all to arrive.
Fatima: I think that imma go with a sangria for now, and then a cocktail when the food comes.
Dee: (eyes wide) damn girl, Zac really got you pissed pissed! You drinking alcohol before midday?
Fatima: (shrugs) it's way past 12:00 somewhere in the world (she signals for the waiter to come take their order).
Waiter: (walks over) yes ma'am?
Fatima: can we please have two sangrias please.
Dee: um, no thanks. I'll take a glass of sweet tea with ice. Also can you please bring us the best selling dish that y'all have on the appetizers menu.
Waiter: (nods) yes ma'am. Coming right up. *walks away*
Fatima: (pouting) how come you're not drinking with me? You want mommy to come up in here and only accuse me of being a drunk.
Dee: (laughs) girl, please! Mommy would never say that about her "favorite" daughter.
Fatima: (sighs) Deanna, how many times does she have to say that she doesn't have favorites?! She loves us all equally, including baby MJ.
Dee: (sarcastic) sureee... anyway, I wasn't trying to kill the mood. I'm just being honest. It's no secret that you're mommy's favorite, I'm daddy's, and baby MJ is both their favorite. Ain't nun wrong with that Tima!
Fatima: I guess... but for real, why aren't you drinking with me?
Dee: because I had more than enough to drink last night! Remember when you called me and said that you were coming to spend the night?.. I made a giant bowl of popcorn and opened up a bottle of my favorite wine, which is non-resealable by the way! And then you ditched me at the last minute so I had to drink it all by myself! No lie, you had a bitch feeling like Olivia Pope!
** Waiter brings their drinks and appetizer **
Fatima: (laughs) not Olivia Pope!.. but in all seriousness, I'm sorry for dropping you last night. That wasn't my intention. I was literally bout to pack our bags and come over, but then I discovered that Ry had a really bad case of diarrhea.
