Domestic Loving

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I really don't want to be here. I really don't want to be here. I really don't want to be here. I repeat that several times, over and over in my head. The words do nothing for me, but I wish they would. I sat at the bar in my casual skinny black jumpsuit ( that showed just enough cleavage) and black heels. I was supposed to be getting the shots and bringing them back to the table. I didn't want to, but I also didn't want to be near my coworkers. I cut my losses and chose this. As I was just about to order, Meagan showed up and asked, " What's taking so long sweet pea? Are you scared to order a shot?"

I didn't even know why she called me sweet pea . My name's Piera and I keep telling her that. I had to figure out how to cut the conversation short so I dryly responded, "No , actually I was just about to order them."

" Oh." She said as if she were talking to a baby. " Were you mustering up the courage to order the shots? Too scared to be hung over tomorrow at work?"

Oh. My- I was about to beat a bitch. Celie has 10 seconds to save Meagan, or this night would end with a bang. " Actually I'm not. I'm just not one of those people who enjoy going to a club on a Monday night." I seethed out bitterly, as I ordered 27 shots. We were each getting 3 and there were 9 of us here tonight.

" Then why are you-" Meagan began to say, getting cut off by Celie bumping into her. " What happened to excuse me?" She asked, shocked, the pitch in her voice cracking.

" You're excused." Celie said, sarcastically. " Anyway I figured you'd need help with the shots."

" We're fine." Meagan seethed.

" Actually we're not. Thanks for offering a hand." I said, chipper.

" You're welcome." She said, joining in on my chipper tune.

We had just got back to the table with the shots, when I saw Meagan glaring at me. I couldn't help but wonder what this bitch was planning. I scrunched up my eyebrows, and then raised one. " How much y'all want to bet Piera can't make it past the second shot?" She asked.

Celie didn't say anything she just watched as the numbers for the bet increased. In the end the price of the bet went up to $500 hundred dollars. I yawned. This would be a piece of cake. " Why not make it six shots," I asked, challenging her.

" Raising the stakes I see." Meagan said, amused by my actions. It's almost like she didn't think I could do it. " Alright you'll get all this money, if you can do it."

I took 6 shots off the tray and chugged them all as if they were shots of water. I sat back down in my seat as I watched everyone with their shocked expressions. The only one who wasn't shocked was Celie." They're just shots." I said, nonchalant.

" How?" Meagan asked, shocked.

I simply shrugged and said, " Y'all might want to pick up y'all jaw, a fly might go in. And while you're at it, go in your pockets and give me my money."

With great sorrow in their eyes, my entire team dug into their pockets and pulled out their wallets. I winced, I knew that would dent their pockets. But then again they shouldn't have undermined me. Guess they didn't see me in college. " Don't be sad." I said cheerfully, trying to lift them up. " The next rounds on me~"

I got up from the table and walked to the bar. It hadn't even been 20 minutes and I was back at the bar again. I ordered 3 times as many shots then I had the first time. Lets see how much these light weights could handle.

It had been 45 minutes and Bryan was already out. " No more." Bryan spat out like a dry cactus.

" Oh come on. We've only had what? Three rounds?" I asked cheekily. I guess I could understand. I was getting just a tad tipsy.