Days And Nights (Book of Life and Maya and the Three One Shots)

Drunk In Love

Joaquin takes his friends out to a bar where Maria has one too many.

A year has passed since the battle on the day of the dead. Despite knowing about the medal, the town still adored Joaquin. He still helped so many people, even without the medal.

One day, Joaquin had returned to San Angel after being away for three weeks, and had insisted on taking Manolo and Maria out for a night on the town.

Manolo and Maria don't usually go to bars often, but they thought it wouldn't hurt to go for one night.

None of the trio drink too often. Joaquin can hold his alcohol pretty well, Manolo will have a few drinks, and Maria will have a few glasses of wine or champagne. 

Maria didn't even like drinking that much. Which is why the situation was twice as surprising. 

The night had gone smoothly at first, the three amigos laughing and talking with beer. Maria had finished her beer quicker than intended, so she ordered another. 

Then another.

The beer led to several shots of tequila, and a bit of whiskey. Maria had left their table to talk to some of the bar patrons, having a few more drinks while doing so. 

Manolo and Joaquin had tried to tell her to stop while she was ahead, but she shrugged them both off, saying that she'll be fine.

Manolo and Joaquin sat wide eyed in their seats as they watched Maria clumsily dance to the music. 

"I've never seen her like this before." Manolo said.

"She's not too bad." Joaquin said, "A lot better when I'm drunk."

"There you are." Maria slurred as she staggered back to the table. She sat next to Joaquin, "I've been looking for you."

"You look terrible." Joaquin said.

"Really? Cause I feel great." 

"How much did you drink?" Manolo asked.

"Do you, do you, do you think I'm keeping track of that stuff? Irrelevant. I'm fine."

Just then, Maria vomited on Joaquin's shirt, Joaquin and Manolo's jaws dropping.

"We should leave." Manolo said as he got up and picked up Maria. 

"Well, aren't you handsome?" Maria asked, rubbing Manolo's face.

Joaquin slowly got up to follow them home, "This is gonna be hard to wash out."
...

Thankfully, the bar was a short distance away from home.

As they reached the front door, Maria said, "Wait. We have to be quiet. My father will be furious if he catches you here."

Joaquin suppressed a laugh, "Don't worry, your dad isn't here. He won't catch us."

"Are you sure?" 

"Positive."

As they stepped inside, Maria said, "Please don't tell papa that I've been drinking."

"I promise, we won't." Manolo chuckled, "Let's get you cleaned up." 

Joaquin went into the laundry room while Manolo brought Maria to the bathroom. 

He took a damp cloth and began to wipe the vomit off her face.

"Do you promise not to tell my dad either?" Maria asked.

"I won't say a word." Manolo said. 

"You're a good boy." Maria's face turned mischievous, "You're the first boy I've ever brought home. My dad doesn't like me drinking or me being alone with a boy."