11:00pm.
june 12, 2024.
barcelona, spain."MTV, I'm an old lady in a 27 year old woman's body. Why the hell does this party start at 11:00pm?!"
Lira hurriedly applies her putty blush by e.l.f, shaking her head at the producers.
"Y'all must've wanted to work overtime tonight." Giselle said, shimmying into her Haven Mini Dress by Outcast.
The producer laughs but doesn't respond.
"It's time to get fucked up, bitches!"
Journee takes the bottle of patron the casting crew gifted to them and pours the contents down the women's throats.
Grace's face scrunched up at the taste and she looks over to see CeeDee laughing at her.
"Can't hang?" He questioned with a smirk.
"I never said that. Patron just isn't my cup of tea." She said taking a bite of the orange slice dusted with cinnamon.
"What you like?" He asked, stepping behind the bar - next to Journee as she made drinks.
"Hennessy." She admits.
He grabs the bottle before Journee could grab it and moves around the counter.
Grace eyes him as he steps in between her legs. His large tatted hand reaches up and firmly grips her throat.
Across the room, Chase and Davina's jaw drops as they watch this unfold.
"Tilt your head and open your mouth."
She never falters as she leans her head back and opens her mouth - tongue sticking out. His eyes darken and his tongue darts across his bottom lip.
He applies a bit more pressure on her throat before he pours the warm liquid down it.
She swallows it like it's been done plenty of times. A bit of it spills down her chin as she tilts her head back straight.
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