Cocktail Dreams

Chapter 17: Drunken Antics & Aftermath

Fantasia and Megan were going shot for shot, 'driving the boat' with Patron like it was juice at the bar. Taraji, meanwhile, was too focused on her heated Uno game with Lala and Victoria to notice the chaos brewing nearby. Teyana eventually walked over to the table, smirking as she leaned in and said, "Aye, Raji, your girl is over there getting ripped. You might wanna get her to stop before she embarrasses both of y'all."

Taraji sighed dramatically, setting her cards down. "Oh lord. Let me go handle her. Thanks, T." She walked over to the bar where Fantasia was mid-laugh, holding the Patron bottle like a trophy. Taraji gently snatched the bottle from her hands and said, "That's enough, baby. No more for tonight, okay?"

Fantasia, slurring her words slightly, pouted and replied, "I can handle my liquor, Taraji. Gimme it back!"

Taraji shot her a warning look. "No. I said that's enough. And Megan—girl, I'm gonna kill you for getting my girlfriend this messed up, playing around with her."

Megan laughed, raising her hands defensively. "Hey, you should've warned her not to mess with the big dog."

Taraji rolled her eyes. "Girl, shut up." She turned back to Fantasia. "Baby come on, let's get you hydrated. You're gonna have a nasty hangover tomorrow." Fantasia sighed dramatically but relented. After guzzling down three bottles of water, she stood up.

"Where are you going?" Taraji asked, already anticipating the answer.

"I gotta pee," Fantasia said, wobbling slightly. "I need to find the bathroom."

Taraji grabbed her by the waist, steadying her. "Alright, come on. I'll take you."

She guided Fantasia to the bathroom door and started to wait outside, but Fantasia whined, "Noooo, come inside! I need help."

Taraji sighed but followed her in. Fantasia, clearly still drunk, went to sit on the toilet—jeans still buttoned. Taraji quickly stopped her. "Wait, wait, wait! Stand up, baby. You need to pull your jeans down and unbutton your bodysuit first." Fantasia groaned but followed her directions, finally sitting down with an exaggerated sigh of relief.

Looking up at Taraji with a big grin, she said, "This feels amazing. And you know what else?"

Taraji smirked. "What?"

Fantasia grinned even wider. "You're so cute. My cute lil girlfriend. Gimme a kiss."

Taraji laughed, stepping back. "Absolutely not. You're sitting on the toilet right now, taking a long ass drunk piss."

Fantasia huffed, rolling her eyes. "Fine. I'll remember that when you want a kiss later. You not getting one. I'm gonna do just like this." She made an exaggerated angry face, rolling her lips inward.

Taraji snorted. "I don't care. Now hurry up, wipe, and wash your hands."

Fantasia groaned but obeyed, making sure to glare dramatically at Taraji the entire time.
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Taraji chuckled as Fantasia clung to her arm for balance, leading her back into the living room. Fantasia was still drunk, her cheeks flushed from both laughter and the Patron she had been steadily downing earlier. Taraji kept a firm grip on her, ensuring she didn't stumble as they stood in front of their friends.

"Alright, y'all," Taraji announced, her voice warm but firm. "We're calling it a night. Time to head home before someone—" she glanced at Fantasia with a teasing smirk, "—gets themselves into more trouble."

Fantasia giggled, leaning heavily against Taraji. "Come on, Raji, let's give everyone hugs and say goodnight!" she said enthusiastically, tugging at her arm.