"Perfection" is Worthless (A Les Twins FanFic)

Chapter 4 - Drunk Rants

•LaMia•

I watched from the bar as Yaz made her way towards the stage with Laurent following behind. I hate when she gets like this, because she can get very unpredictable at times. She doesn't swing on chandeliers or anything like that, but certain things that she tries to do when she's drunk doesn't always work out so well for her. But one thing she can still do like a pro when she's tipsy is dance her ass off.

Like as of right now, Hasim turned on 'Imma Ride' by Rich Gang as Yaz got up on the stage with the help of the twins. I watched her closely as she hit every hi-hat and snare the sing had to offer that spilled from the nearby speakers. It amazes me that even though she's tipsy her body still reacts to the music as if she wasn't. So at least she doesn't embarrass herself in front of all these people. Usually someone that's had as many drinks as her would make a complete fool of themselves. Nope, not Yazzy. She's like the complete opposite. When she's completely sober or drunk, she still dances like a pro.

When the song finished I made my way towards the stage with Amandy and Ashley and they helped us up on the stage. Shit was about to get really up on this stage. All of Bey's lead dancers in one area... something amazing was bound to happen.

Freestyle after freestyle. Song after song. It seemed like we could dance forever. But in the midst of us turning up Yazz had disappeared. I asked the twins, Amandy, and Ashley where she went, but they seemed to not know either.

The next thing I knew someone was tapping my foot that was near the edge of the stage. I looked down and seen her looking up at me with a big ass grin on her face and glassy eyes. Yep, she's officially drunk.

"I'm bout to go home." She yelled over the music.

"You're drunk. I'm not bout to let you drive home." I said pulling her up on the stage with me.

"Pshhh... Girl, I can drive perfectly fine." She nudged my shoulder like I was joking.

I gave her that 'yeah right' face and rolled my eyes going towards Hasim who was talking to the twins.

"Hey Hasim. Can you take yo sister home?" I asked him looking over at her.

She had jumped on some random guy's back. I shook my head and turned my attention back over towards Hasim and the twins.

"Uhh, Yea. But I don't leave until around 5 in the morning." He said

"I take her." Lau offered shrugging his shoulders.

"Are you sure? She's kind of cray cray." I warned him.

"Of course. I deal with Larry all the time and he no drink." He teased patting Larry on the back.

I laughed and went to get Yazz off of the man's back and bring her back towards the DJ booth.

"You're such a party pooper, Mia." She pouted poking out her lip and crossing her arms in a child like manner.

"Whatever. Laurent's taking you home. So stay here until he's ready to leave." I said slowly making sure she comprehended what I just said.

She nodded her head slowly and I lightly pushed her towards them.

"She's all yours now. Good luck." I said before making my way back to the crowd.

•Laurent•

3:28 a.m.

I looked at Yaz as we stood in the elevator waiting for it go down to the first floor. She was a complete mess. Not as bad as the Miami incident though, but she's getting there. I basically carried her out into the cool night air outside and waited for the valet to bring her car up front. I opened the butterfly wing door and placed her in the passenger seat and hopped in the driver's seat and got situated. I put the address LaMia gave into the GPS on my phone and began to drive.

"Don't mess my b-baby up, Lau. I-Imma beat your ass if I see a scratch." She slurred as I pulled off.

I shook my head chuckling.

"I'm serious. Imma get my nigga Tupac on you." She threatened me

"The rapper?" I asked going along with the convo.

"Yea boi. He gon light yo ass up along with Biggie." She ranted and I died of laughter.

She kept going on and on about how she was friends with the two rappers. I could not believe she made up a whole story off of the top of her drunken mind. It amazed and amused me all at the same time.

It came to a point within her ranting she would bring up this dude named Devon and start sobbing. I wondered if it was just apart of her drunk ranting or was she being for real. Because the way she talked about this mystery guy seemed like she actually knew him. I guess I'll have to look into that later on when she's all sobered up.

I finally made it to her apartment and she was knocked the fuck out at that point. I got out and went to her side to get her out. In the process of getting her out the car I had somehow banged her head on the door extra hard and she groaned. I kept my laughter under control as I carried her into the apartment building and made my way to the elevators.

LaMia told that they lived on the top floor all the way at the end of the hallway. Once I got to my destination I had to try every key until I found one that fit and I unlocked the door.

Once I opened the door my jaw dropped from the beautiful scenery. As you walked further into the apartment there was drop off, where you had to take a few steps down and that's where the open all white living room started. Then the ceiling-high glass windows captured the beautiful view of the city. To the right was an open concept kitchen with a huge island and breakfast bar. Her apartment was absolutely amazing. I kind of expected it to be, because she has her own things going on besides dancing with Beyonce and other artist.

I go on to help her to her room which was the complete opposite of the living. Instead of the all white continuing into her bedroom it was all black. From the black hardwood floors to the mirror ceilings. It was very unique how the rooms conflicted each other but also brought harmony. It reminded me of Yin and Yang. The living room had a few dabs of black decorations here and there. Then her bedroom had splashes of white within it.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't even noticed she was staring at me until I averted my attention back to her. She gave me small smile before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

I made sure she laid on her stomach so she won't choke on her vomit. Then I placed a trashcan near her bed before leaving her room. I really didn't feel like catching a cab so I decided to crash at her house for the night. I know she won't mind me staying. I already bullied her into coming to the club.

I'm Laurent Bourgeois, that's what I do.