Post by Xion Zeros on Jan 6, 2013 20:06:44 GMT -5
Foreword: First of all, I would like to thank Katie Matthews, Morgan Davis, and Tia Brooks' handlers for working with me on this concept and sacrificing precious sleep to do so the last few night LMAO.
This takes place IMMEDIATELY following our ReAction post and chronicles the events of Mariah, Tia Brooks, Katie Matthews, and Morgan Davis together partying it up on New Year's Eve.
Just fair warning, this is VERY long in length.
Also, for those wondering where is Ch.2, that was our joint-HAM segment at Final Encounter
A limo pulls up to a local night club, with four rather familiar GZWA Divas stepping out of it after the vehicle pulls to a stop.
Mariah smiles, “Nice choice of location for the fun tonight, Morgan. I really have to commend you on this one.”
“This is my third time here” Morgan comments, “But this club is always live, and with it being New Year’s Eve? Best believe everybody and they mommas are gonna be in here.”
Closely following Mariah, Katie rubs her arm. “We’re not gonna be hanging out with the local thugs in there are we? It’ll turn into a bar brawl if I get involved.”
“I think I should be asking you that same question, Kat.”, Morgan asks.
“When you take someone who’s been street fighting since she was a teen, and put her in a bar, it might cause anarchy if some thugs piss her off, so I’d rather be with you clowns.” Katie responds while grinning.
Mariah shakes her head grinning, “Is the Kitty Kat going to behave herself or do I have to bring her in on a leash?”
Putting her arms behind her back to give herself a sense of dignity, Katie moves on. “Let’s just go in, yeah?”
Mariah silently nods as she drags a reluctant Tia Brooks out of the limo and into the club as Morgan Davis leads the way.
As the girls are walking in the club, Tia lets out a big sigh. “Thanks again ladies. I think we all need a little fun to end this wild year. I just hope we aren't too noticed tonight.,especially after humiliating myself on t.v.. I can’t wait for the ball to drop and it be 2013.”
Mariah pats Tia on the back, “Oh don’t be an old stick in the mud. Sit back and cut loose. Tonight’s the last night of 2012. Tomorrow is the beginning of a new year and a fresh start. You can put all of that negativity behind you.”
“I know that’s right.” Morgan agrees as she travels to the frontlines, while photographers flash constantly around them.
A tall, bulky security guard flooded in black clothing stands at the entrance, catching sight of Morgan and the other girls who has their arms wrapping each other. A symbol for the four being together. He takes a look down to Morgan over his dark sunglasses. Morgan waving back at him with a smile before pointing to her three most fabulous friends. He nods at her, before unlocking the velvet rope for them. It turns out Morgan knew the man. A mutual friend to be exact. Lucky for her that he was a security guard in one of the most livest nightclubs in New York.
Mariah elbows Morgan in the rib lightly, teasing her, “Now isn’t that peachy? Was that an old fling who had a taste of Peachy’s sampler platter?”
“Girl I wish.” Morgan replies, “Too bad he don't go down like that, if you know what I mean.”
Mariah shakes her head, “That’s a shame. The good ones never want to give back to the community.”
“Who gives a fuck?”, Morgan adds as the group enters through a set of wooden double leaf doors, leading to a huge club lounge with urban music blasting throughout every speaker in the area. “As long as I can get in clubs for free.”
Tia giggles. “I know that’s right. So, what do yall want to do? Dance, go over to the bar? I am down as long as my drink is non alcoholic.”
“Bar? Girl, we don’t have to go there to get drinks.” Morgan yells out to make her voice noticeable to Tia, because heavy bass sounds sound easily drown her regular voice into the deep end. Morgan leads them down the opposite end of the club, dodging her way through dozens of individuals that Morgan knows nothing of. Finally, she stopped at another set of red velvet ropes, but this man wasted no time to let the group through.
On the opposite end of the rope are ten flights of stairs, leading to the club’s “heaven”, or more like the V.I.P. section. The color that surrounds the room is a deep, royal purple, representing wealth and luxury. Not that Morgan herself is wealthy, but she wouldn’t mind living luxuriously. Any girl would.
Tia nods her head and smiles as she is checking out the place. “Damn girl, the V.I.P. section is cute. Maybe we can have the Diva’s Locker Room remodeled to look like this. Or get a V.I.P. Room made ourselves so none of the other wannabe Divas can enter.” Tia looks over to Mariah. “Wouldn’t that be a neat idea MiMi?”
Mariah claps her hands, “Oh my God, Tia. That’s a stellar idea. And I’m sure Serena wouldn’t mind with the ‘creative input’ on the new addition to her office.”
Morgan is the first to sit at the circular booth, decorated in white, with matching tables. A bottle of Ciroc Vodka relaxed on a bucket of ice. Mariah joins her in the seat next to Morgan after draping her coat into one of the empty chairs. Her eyes scans the decorated table then looks back at the girls, “I gotta hand it to you, Morgan. You definitely know how to party in style.”
“Now you know me, Mariah.”, Morgan responds, “If I have a name in the media, best believe I’m gonna flaunt it. I’m sure you would do the same.”
Mariah pulls the bottle from out of the bucket of ice, unscrews the cap, and pours four shot glasses of vodka respectively. She decorates each glass with lemon wedge before sliding a glass to all of the girls sitting at the table.
“I know this is going to be an appetizer of sorts for veterans like Morgan and myself, but I’m not taking no for an answer tonight, ladies. Tonight is the last few hours in 2012 and want my friends to end the year on a positive note and can look back to tonight, knowing that they actually lived some of the better joys in life.”
Tia smirks at Mariah. “Thanks, Mariah, but no thanks. I told you, I am really Straight-Edge. The glass is cute, but what’s in it isn’t. No disrespect or anything, I’ll take a water with lemon instead.”
“Girl, you better get your last shot of 2012.”, Morgan adds to the conversation, trying to egg Tia on, and urge her to be more optimistic.
Tia shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. “Sorry ladies, the only way you are gonna get that booze down my throat is by forcing it down like what Chris Jericho tried to do to...” Tia looks down for a moment. “You know what I mean. Anyways, I took a vow and I really don’t want to break anymore than what I have.”
Sighing lightly, Mariah pats Tia on the shoulders to comfort her, before uttering the words, “Then forgive me for this...” She holds Tia’s nose and tilts her head back, pouring the alcoholic beverage down her throat. Morgan is surprised at the forceful moment, but proceeds to laugh in the process. Grinning at her devilish deed, Mariah adds, “See, you didn’t break your vow. I did it for you. That way your conscience can sleep easy tonight. Then tomorrow you can renew that vow.”
Katie looks in shock at her mentor nearly drowning Tia with vodka. “Wow...Didn’t know you had that in you.”
Tia bursts out in a big scream. “Oh my God Mariah!” Everyone in the club stopped what they were doing for a moment, then continued to party. “I can’t believe you just did that.” Tia shakes her head, then smiles at Mariah. “Well, it looks like you got your wish didn’t you. After that, no more for me. That stuff is nasty, how can you girls drink that foul stuff?”
Mariah hands Tia the lemon, “You suck on that after the shot to kill the taste. It’s all about the rush, hun.” Laughing at Tia’s remark, she shook her head, “That’s it for you? Oh please, you have to be kidding. We’re only getting started!” Mariah downs her shot and sucks on the lemon before pouring another shot for herself and Tia. “Ready for round two?”
Tia looks at Mariah with one of her eyebrows up. “Talk about peer pressure!”
“Don’t be a party pooper, Tia. Your Chicago-Made Pimp Daddy, Phil isn’t here, so live it up!” Mariah teases.
“Exactly”, Morgan adds before following her friends, “That punk is probably having a good time with his little boytoy to care about you breaking your curfew anyways.”
Tia takes a moment to think about it. “Fine, but only for tonight. This is the only time you will see Tia Brooks in rare form. But after tonight, I am back to being the same old Straight-Edge Tia that you all have grown to love.” Tia takes the shot glass and stares at it before chugging it down. “There, happy ladies?” She quickly grabs the lemon and bites. ‘Crap, I almost forgot. By the time the ball drops, I might drop as well.” Tia laughs.
“That’s what we might be planning on doing.”, Morgan interjects, even though she really wasn’t going to before 2013. Certainly after.
“Girls, no need to worry about crashing. I have a cozy little townhouse a block from here that I don’t mind sharing for the weekend. There’s plenty of room and a pool on the roof,” Mariah kindly suggests to her newfound friends.
“You must do this often. Do you?”, Morgan questions before pouring another shot for herself.
“Morgan, you’re not the only one with infamous party girl rep around here. They don’t call me the Showstoppin’ Senorita in AND out of the ring for nothing you know...” Mariah laughs before downing another shot.
Tia gives out a sigh of relief. “ Thank goodness Mariah, I was gonna need a place to stay since I totally gave up my spot with my roommate.” Tia quickly covers her mouth. “Uh, did I just say that out loud?”
Mariah looks intrigued now, “Who’s your roommate? If you say that lunatic Emmagrace then I’m going to pour two more drinks down your throat.”
Tia laughs. “No you would be just as crazy as her if I would ever consider that again. But since we are on topic with Emmagrace, I heard that she is doing a lot better after seeing a shrink.” Tia then looks ashamed before telling the girls who she was talking about. “Isn’t it obvious, I was sleeping with the enemy, well was going to. But luckily I took a different route. I would have really hated myself if I did.”
Mariah rolls her eyes, taking the bottle from Morgan before pouring herself another shot, “The way how most of the other girls in the locker room act like he packing an elephant trunk in his boxers. Tell us Tia. Just between us girls, exactly how big is Phil? C’mon he had to walk out of shower naked at least once and you’ve seen it.”
Tia burst out in laughter. “I wouldn’t say all of that! I usually don’t kiss and tell, but all I can say is that he is, well um, decent. Yeah, lets go with that.” Tia’s face starts to turn many shades of red as she was blushing like she has never blushed before.
“So in other words, he’s packing a pig in a blanket... Figures, the ones with the biggest mouths never have anything memorable downstairs...” Mariah laughs, “Well, in his defense, he brags about being the Best in the World, not the biggest.”
“He must be a grower huh?”, Morgan once again adds before taking her second shot of vodka to hide the disgust on the inside, “Because those damn trunks ain’’t helpin.”
Tia giggles. “Right! Gosh, you know what, I am feeling alot better. Thanks girls, I really needed this, well minus the shots, but you get my drift.”
“That’s what we’re here for, Tia. We’re your friends,” smiled Mariah as she poured Morgan and Tia another shot and slid them the glasses.
Katie rolls her eyes and closes her arms at the conversation in front of her. “You people are disgusting...”
Tia looked at the shot glass that Mariah passed to her. “Another one! Geez, I am going to be dancing on tables soon if I have anymore.” Tia pauses. “Well, what the heck.”
“That’s the idea, Tia. You must not go to clubs often.” Morgan comments.
Tia nodded. “Well, I was never really allowed to unless it was for an appearance. And not only that, I was never invited much because the girls in the EWW knew that I didn’t drink. If they were smart enough, they would have known that I would have been a great designated driver.”But just know, I don’t need to drink to have a good time with my girls with an exception of tonight.” Tia rolled her eyes because she still can’t believe that she is drinking.
Meanwhile, the mostly silent Katie fiddles with the suspenders of her suit while staring awkwardly at her glass. “So it’s as easy as that, huh? I guess I might as well go for it before you lot force it on me too. I swear to God though, if I find pictures on the net of me sleeping and using Tia’s bum as a pillow, someone is gonna die.” Katie gulps as she picks up the glass and takes a drink. After putting the glass down, she coughs and faces the ground, giggling.
Mocking Katie’s European heritage, Mariah puts on a fake Irish accent, “So how was it, mate? You ready to pick out a fella to take home with ye?”
Katie puts her fingers up, attempting to talk to no avail before looking up with an over the top cheesy grin. When she does talk, it’s in giggles. “I’m English, mate. And I have no idea what you just said."
Taking the joke even further as it’s apparent that the alcohol is starting to have an effect on the Showstoppin’ Senorita, she repeats herself, this time in Spanish, “¿Entonces, cómo fue, mi amiga? ¿Estás listo para tomar uno de estos chicos en caseros con usted?” Mariah is giggling as she looks at Katie’s dumbfounded face. The blonde girl responds by sliding down the table and laughing more.
“Joder usted...I might need to lie down, like.”
Mariah continues to laugh, “I’m SURE you’d love to do that wouldn’t you Kitty Kat?”
Slowly crawling back up from her seat on the floor, Katie rests her entire upper body on the table. “Is this what being a lightweight is? Damn it all...”
Tia nods. “ I think I need to slow down with this drinking. I don’t want to be all bottoms up.” Tia giggles at her double entendre.
Mariah instantly busts out laughing, totally enjoying herself with her friends here tonight. She couldn’t remember the last time that she has managed to have such a good time, especially with a collection of such different women that she has the honor of calling her friends. Smiling to herself, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Treating herself to another shot, Mariah teases Tia, “Bottoms up, eh? There’s nothing wrong with that. There’s far worse places and positions to find yourself in the morning. I think the worst one I found Cheeka in was in a shopping cart while eating ice cream.” She digs into her purse and whips out a photo for proof.
Morgan’s eyes just happens to glance over to the picture, thinking that this would be her “muse” on H.A.M. one day. “As if this bitch couldn?t be any trashier.”
Tia burst out in laughter after seeing the picture. “Oh wow! I would hate to be in that position. But I’m sure there could be way worse like waking up and finding out that you were involved in a sex-tape. Not saying that it has happened, but couldn’t you imagine?” Tia shakes her head in disgust.
Dragging her body back up, Katie titters as she stumbles while seated. “I think I’m likely to be having some bad shit happen to me if I’m putting a light headed me in you people’s hands. That’s grammatically correct, yeah?” Scratching her head in confusion, Katie groans.
Sliding another few shot glasses to Tia and Katie, Mariah adds, “You two are fine. Stop being so overly dramatic.” She giggles at Tia’s remark about a sex-tape, “Well, you know... About four years ago, Chee and me painted the town red on New Year’s Eve... She beat up Mike Mizanin in a bar over a game of pool and made out with Ron Killings afterwards... Then somehow we wind up in the same hotel room together and let’s just say the tabloids had a field day with that one. Boy, Z was pissed at me on how hard it was to get that bad press off the company’s back at the time. I still think he was more mad that he wasn’t the meat in the middle of that sandwich...”
After gulping her latest shot, Katie leans forward and smirks. “I prefer veggie salads myself. Should have moved to America sooner...” She then leans back and puts her hands over her head. “You people are so messed up.”
Mariah narrows her eyes at Katie and smirks, “Hey, Katie. You forgot something...” As Katie sits up to face her former mentor, Mariah covers her lips with her own in a long passionate kiss. Just as suddenly as it began, Mariah breaks it off and takes the lemon wedge from off her tongue. Morgan was the only one who didn’t notice the kiss, because of her looking that the glass window in front of her, staring directly towards the attractive male DJ controlling everyone’s rhythm at the dance floor. Lights flashing in various colors in every side.
Smiling, Mariah adds, “I told you that I knew how to party. Tia, don’t look at me like that. I thought I’ve told you gals a hundred times now that I’ve ‘experimented’ a few times... Besides, now Katie can’t say that I haven’t given her anything for Christmas now.”
Tia shakes her head and smiles. “I don’t have a problem with what yall do, but just to let you all know, I am strictly dickly.” Tia laughs. “But I see where you ladies are going, it is good to have some fun every now and then.”
Katie stares silently with her eyes as wide as a deer staring at headlights. She rubs her fingers over her mouth and lets out a single chuckle. “I think I’m going to faint.”
Mariah fans her lightly, “It’ll pass that’s just the aftermath of being pleasured by the Showstoppin’ Senorita.”
Taking a quick glance downwards then back up, Katie remains emotionless. “Tell that to my pants.”
Mariah smirks, “Touché. Now you’re making me blush. You could survive a steamy shower with Cheeka but about to lose it after me barely touching you? Quite the flatter you are Kitten.”
Katie stutters for a moment, giggling while speaking. “Well uh, I uh...DRINK!” She quickly grabs another shot and drinks it slowly to avoid talking.
“Well what do ya know, the cat has the Kat’s tongue...” teases Mariah as she pours more vodka into the glasses.
After the sight of the attractive Deejay, a sudden thought hit Morgan’s head like a nuclear bomb, looking back at Mariah, and almost spilling drips of her vodka onto the table. “Oh, Mariah, about that friend that you know about.... Uh, where is he?”
Mariah taps her chin with her French manicured nail for a moment as she was deep in thought, “Back in Miami, Florida where we partied at a few months back. You thinking about double dating? He wasn’t a bad looker...”
“Double dating?”, Morgan asks before lower her head, while her eyes stayed in contact to Mariah’s face. “Who are you bringing on this date?”
She plays innocent, “Who me? I don’t know, I could always bring any ‘yummy’ guy that is willing to go on an adventure...”
Tia interrupts the conversation for a moment. “Speaking of yummy guys, I will be right back. Now that I have that monkey off my back, I am heading to the dance floor. See you in a moment ladies.” Tia excuses herself from the V.I.P. room and heads her way to the dance floor to do some flirting.
“Don’t come back pregnant.”, Morgan adds before Tia can raise herself out of her seat. “And stay FAR away from Kanye and Ray J,” adds Mariah, while Morgan laughs out loud.
“Yeah, since they’re in a bad enough press anyways with that hoe they slept around with and look at her. Po little tink tink.” Morgan states before taking her third shot. For someone so active, she actually had less amount of shots than the other girls did. The rest are drinking their shots rather wildly, especially Mariah.
Mariah watches Tia taking her time to select her prey before going in for the kill. Mariah then pours everyone left at the table another glass and slides the bottle in front of Morgan, “All yours champ...”
Morgan easily snatches the bottle of vodka, or what was left of it, and pours herself the fourth shot, drinking it before immediately following behind Tia to exit the V.I.P. area into the dance floor.
Noticing Morgan leave, Katie looks back at Mariah for a moment before quickly taking another shot, making it her sixth. She awkwardly plays with her fingers while avoiding eye contact. “So...Looks like it’s just us.”
“Looks like it,” Mariah adds nonchalantly.
Taking a glance below, Katie gulps. “Not gonna join those two and embarass yourself dancing?”
“Not quite yet. I don’t want to show them up. Gotta make them feel good about themselves first before I crush their spirits,” Mariah stares blankly forward while stirring the ice in glass.
“Well uhm...” Katie scratches the back of her head as she tries to speak. “I could... We could... Kinda sorta... dance together?”
Mariah perks a brow at Katie’s comment, “Are you serious or just pulling my leg only to get at my panties when I pass out from the sheer number of drinks I’ve consumed tonight...”
Katie stands up, her knees wobbling. She walks towards Mariah and extends her hand out. “I don’t mean THAT kind of dancing, mate. Just you and me, up here. As friends. Special ones.”
Mariah staggers to her feet after taking Katie’s hand, giggling. “You try anything funny and I’m gonna slug ya...”
“Ugh, you’re reminding me of when Katrina and I first...Never mind.” Holding Mariah’s hands to keep her from falling, Katie smiles as she looks at her, before quickly putting her arm on her waist. “I know this isn’t exactly club dancing, but it’s all I know.”
With her eyes closed, Mariah smiles as she rests her head on Katie’s shoulder, “I’m not too familiar with this dance. Who leads who? And this is a new experience for me - to ballroom dance during one of Flo Rida’s songs...”
“Yeah, it’s not the best of experiences. But just...play along and you’ll be fine. And for god’s sake don’t fall or puke on me.” Katie slowly leads her dancing, while keeping her eyes focused on Mariah’s head, a small smile on her face.
Mariah continues to giggling as Katie leads her around the VIP room while Flo Rida’s Club Can’t Handle Me blasts throughout the room. “Playing a game with Katie... Hello Kitty.”
Katie leans her head forward over Mariah’s, whispering lightly. “Hello, Mariah. How’re you feelin’?”
She whispers a reply, “Wonderful...”
Moving her free arm up, Katie puts it over the back of Mariah’s head, patting it softly. “Great. Because I think my legs are about to cave in on me.” At this point, Katie stumbles to the ground, trying not to laugh. Mariah follows suit as her head was still rested on Katie’s shoulder and collapses on top of Katie. Mariah playfully punches her in the arm, laughing, “You did that on purpose!” She attempts to sit up but hits her head on the table and sits back down, giggling.
Katie scratches the back of her head and awkwardly speaks again. “You know, that was kinda how me and Katrina had our first kiss... Sorry if I’m coming off the wrong way here, I just want to give you a good time...”
It was obvious that Mariah was struggling to speak through the alcohol as she giggles awkwardly, “Kitty Kat wants to repay Momma for saving her from the Kat that got led astray...”
Still lying down, Katie chuckles and turns her eyes to Mariah. “For a while, I thought I was going to end the year with her as the last person I’d kissed. I’m glad it was you instead. Even if you didn’t mean it like I hoped.”
Katie’s words strike a cord in Mariah’s heart as she slumps down back to the floor, resting a hand on Katie’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I can’t be the one who mends the wounds to your heart, but I’m honored to be one of the few people who you have lowered all of your walls of defense and allowed me -- along with Morgan and Tia -- become part of your world.”
Sitting up, Katie doesn’t respond, only extending her hand once more, this time for Mariah just to hold. “Let me savour this last moment before the year’s out.” She takes her hand, holding it warmly in her own. Mariah whispers, “You don’t have to hide in your shell anymore, Katie. You’re never going to be alone ever again as long as the four of us sticks together.” Katie gives a brief smirk and leans forward as if to kiss Mariah, only to lean over her and puke on the ground. “That was the booze... not you...God damn it...” She then drops back to the ground, lying face down. Mariah helps her up to the table, allowing Katie to rest her head in her lap as they watch both Tia and Morgan on the dance floor below.
Meanwhile outside of the V.I.P lounge onto the dance floor, Morgan travels directly to where she wants to be. One of the walls is provided with a metal pole for people to dance on. No surprise that a blonde haired girl was grinding along it when the girls first arrived, but once Morgan was close to it, the girl had released herself from it, leaving it free for The Georgia Peach, or more like the pole extraordinaire.
Tia is amazed to see what Morgan has in store. “Get it girl! Show them why they call you the Georgia Peach.”
“You know it!”, Morgan screams loud enough for Tia to hear, and accidentally quite a few others around them. Morgan uses her arms to push her body onto the platform. Because of her stilettos giving her a hard time already, she has a slower time standing herself up, using the pole as a handrail. She hasn’t danced on a pole for a while, and this situation brings her back to those golden days, when she was using one constantly.
To start off, Morgan twirls around the pole. With the more upbeat Florida still playing, of course her tempo has to be a little quicker.
She took the next step by pulling herself onto the pole. Her ankles circling the pole, while her body circles from top to bottom.
Tia moves in close to where Morgan is and pulls out a knot of money. “Yeah girl, it is time to make it rain in this club.”
Morgan continues with her pole dancing, wanting to take it to a higher level. After another session of twirls, Morgan lifts herself up, spinning downwards with her legs in the air. When “Exotica” mode is activated, surely she is going to make her presence known to anyone who sees.
Tia hollers to Morgan on the pole, “Girl, you gotta teach me some of those moves.”
“Girl, you need to skill and the experience to get this good.”, Morgan yells back at her.
Mariah watches from the VIP room, grinning to herself, “I totally have to introduce Morgan to my good friend Aisha one day.”
Tia the turns her attention to the giant clock by the DeeJay booth. “Oh my God, it is almost time for the count down.” Tia quickly looks for the hottest single guy to kiss at midnight before she gathers the rest of the girls.
Hearing that from Tia causes Morgan to follow her view. Only 2 minutes away from it being the new year. 2013 is coming ahead and Morgan is, without a doubt, prepared for it, while the year itself needs to prepare for her.
Mariah urges Katie to her feet as it’s almost showtime and the Showstoppin’ Senorita immediately sees her prey walking past the VIP room -- and he was alone. Biting her bottom lip, Mariah grins, “Yummy.”
A confused Katie looks up. “Mariah, I just puked, how is that remotely yummy?”
“Not you, silly kitty. Him over there. Excuse me, I’m going to treat myself to a late Christmas present and maybe a Happy Hanukkah too if he plays his cards right tonight...” Mariah smirks as she stands up and heads for the door.
Katie’s head flops down, and she turns to see Mariah walking away. “What the f-” Before she can finish her sentence, she vomits again. “Son of a...”
Mariah stops the guy in his tracks with his jaw on the floor. Mariah was used to this reaction and smirks, “See anything you like?” Her poor victim was speechless as she wrapped arms around his neck, whispering, “Hush now, and be a good boy. Momma is going to keep her baby warm tonight.”
Katie drags herself up to her feet, dragging the entire bottle with her, even though it barely has anything left. As she stumbles around leaving the room, a guy approaches her. She twitches her eyes and stutters. “F-f-fuck off, ma-” She ends up puking on his shirt. “Yeah, yeah that’s what you bloody get. Fuck you, go away.” She sits down and takes a swag of what’s left in the bottle.
Tia drags her midnight beau to the middle of the dance floor. “Now let me make myself very clear. I have never done this before, you know, hook up with randoms at a club. This is my very first and last time drinking, but I gotta make the most of it with everything I’ve been through tonight. So no strings attached. After the ball drops and we kiss, we are going our seperate ways you dig?”
Looking down at the dance floor from the balcony, Mariah gives Tia the thumbs up on her catch of the night as she continued to lead her prize around by his tie.
The time is finally 20 seconds away toward the new year, and everyone inside is counting, including Morgan, who is still standing along the pole.
Mariah and her trophy are counting down with the rest of the party goers in attendance. At the ten second mark, she snaked her arms around his neck in anticipation of the New Year being ushered in.
"Ten..."
Tia shouts at the top of her lungs so she is heard. “Nine, Eight, Seven, Six...”
Mariah smirks as she and her boy toy join in shouting, “Five... Four...”
Morgan raising her arm up as she continues to count in high volume, while the other hand is still gripped on the pole to keep her balance “Three....two...”
(Everyone in unison) “ONE!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!”
A very delayed sarcastic response is heard from Katie. “Yay, Happy Halloween...”
Mariah kisses her newfound boy toy with a kiss so passionate that it looks like she is sucking his life force away. She pats him on the cheek afterwards before he faints and falls to the floor. Mariah sighs loudly, “Another fuckin’ lightweight... ugh...”
Tia also kisses the guy she met, but waste no time to leave him right after. “Thank you very much, Happy New Year, and please drive home safe.” She then quickly rushes to her lonely friend Katie. “Happy New Year Kat!”
Katie throws her arms as she talks in her slurred tone. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. It’s the New Year, can we go now?”
Mariah reunites with Katie and Tia greeting them with hugs, “Happy New Year, girls.” Looking confused she asks, “Where’s Morgan?”
Tia smirks, “Probably still shaking it on that pole, that girl has some moves. Ready to go get her so we can get the hell out of here, I am trying to dodge that guy, yeah he was good looking, but dumb as rocks.”
Mariah laughs, “At least yours didn’t pass out since he hasn’t been ever touched by a girl like yours truly...”
Meanwhile Morgan finally exits the dancing pole after realizing that her friend is missing on the dance floor, but at least two of them aren’t hard to spot, as the brighter lighting system assists her sight. Landing her feet on the flooring, and heading towards the V.I.P. area, she passes a man in high levels of frustration and anger. “Why is he angry?” is the question that she asks to herself. Maybe the reeking stench around him would give her the answer, which causes her to dodge him, and protect her nose from inhaling this nasty smell. He storms to a security officer, who asks him in a deep tone, “What’s going on?”
“This psycho bitch up there just puked on my shirt!”, he yells out, pointing to the glass window. At this time, a few more guys gather up to him. Must be close friends, based on Morgan’s assumptions.
“Which one?”, the security guard further questions.
Morgan’s eyes follow the man’s darting finger, and realizes that he’s pointing directly at one of her friends. Since Tia was on the dance floor earlier, Morgan assumes that this person is either Katie or Mariah, which causes her eyes to widen.
“That fucking blonde one!”, the foul-smelled man responses.
“No this bitch didn’t.”, Morgan says to herself before hurrying back to the V.I.P. room to investigate on any signs of this ruckus that had occurred out of her sight. Various clubgoers exiting the area, as she is entering it. The first thing she sees is vomit all around the booth she had been sitting in, surrounding the area with its foul stench. The same stench that is on the man’s shirt. The next sight is stumbling Katie’s outfit ruined as well, and hints of whatever she had for dinner still along her lips.
Morgan gets easily frustrated over the ordeal, “I should have known! I told ya’ll to give this bitch water when we came in here! Can’t hold her damn liquor and sanity for nothing!”
A dizzy Katie looks at her friends with derped eyes and a cheesy smile. “I’m gonna need a Harvey Wallbanger after all of this is over...”
Mariah tilts her head towards the exit, “Ladies, I think this would be a good time to cut out of here before things get really ugly... Katie, why couldn’t you have thrown up over Tia’s guy or something? That way we could’ve killed two birds with one stone...”
Katie wags her finger and giggles. “Silly Mariah, why would I do that to Tia’s bum? Don’t be such a silly filly...”
Tia looks over at Katie and then turns her attention to Mariah. “Didn’t you say you had a place nearby? This girl obviously needs some rest and so do I. No more drinking for this girl, and Katie too.”
“Definitely her ass!”, Morgan includes while pointing at the drunken blonde bombshell.
“Of course, the offer still stands that all of you can crash with me for the night, or the week until the next show. I don’t mind sharing the private jet perks that Serena is lending me while she’s on paternity leave.”
Tia smiles bright as her friend still agrees to her generous offer. “Aww, well thank you very much MiMi, we appreciate it. I feel that 2013 is going to be great for all of us, just wait until the cards unfold.”
“Who needs luck when the four most dangerous and lethal beauties in GZWA are on the same page?” grins Mariah.
“You better believe it, bitch.”, Morgan adds, “We’re gonna start causing a whole lot of shit in GZWA this new year.”
Katie puts her arm up like a child at school asking a question. "Who are we shitting on?"
Mariah shook her head and lead the girls out of the club as it was obvious that this rather interesting evening was over, but it's only the beginning for this blossoming foursome of friends.
