Darling Muhl,

Cooked ~ part five

Darla had to litreally rip her eyes away from nika, her hands gripping onto the edge of the counter as she sat there.

waiting for the cake to cook.

The oven then went off, the time going by insanely fast.

but it didn't, darla was just drunk.

she sat on the counter as she watched nika roll her sleeves up, before putting on a kitchen mitt and grabbing the cake, turning around too put the cake on the counter but darla sat there.

staring at the girl,

Nikas smile grew at the girl before she quickly hid it with a look of irritation.

" watch out, or i'm gonna put this hot metal on your lap" nika said sarcastically as darla let out a laugh.

The spanish girl then jumped off the counter,

Nika stood there holding the cake with one hand as her other went to darla's waist, pushing her to the side gently before putting the cake on the counter.

Nika then grabbed a butter knife, plopping it into the frosting container as she slid it across the counter too darla.

darla looked at the container of frosting that nika pushed to her, raising an eyebrow at the girl with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

" what do you want me to do with this? " she asked,

lifting the container and inspecting the butter knife that was jammed into the frosting.

Nika looked at the shorter girl, letting out a pfft type of laugh before grinning.

" god, your alcohol tolerance is low," she muttered

" decorate the cake ? " nika finished.

darla opened her mouth slightly, her eyes moving too the cake before making an ' oooh '
sound.

darla stood there, before jumping up on the counter sitting there, she looked at nika grinning as she grabbed the butter knife.

licking the frosting off.

nika watched as darla hopped up on the counter, rolling her eyes at the girl's actions.
" stop licking the frosting. " she scolded but darla saw a slight smile in the girls expression,

nika stood there shaking her head as she watched darla lick the frosting off the knife.

darla let a laugh leave her lips as her eyes crinkled, she looked up seeing nika still
staring at her.

maybe a bit too long for comfort.

" soo.. " nika began patting her hands on the kitchen counter before resting them there.

" what design should we put on the cake? " The brunette asked staring up at Darla.

Darla put a finger too her chin, patting it well smiling as she playfully looked up.

" somethinggg, frank ocean " she said through a wide grin.

nika chuckled, a grin on her own face when darla mentioned frank ocean.
" of course, you would want a frank ocean cake. " she said through a scoff, yet there was no irritation in her voice this time.

darla let out a small giggle, clearly intoxicated from the alcohol in her system.
" cmonnn, it'll be soooo cute. " she said excitedly.
nika couldn't help but let a small smile onto her face, seeing how the alcohol was making darla's childish personality even more prominent.

The two then worked on the cake,

Darla was mixing green food dye and white frosting in a smaller bowl,