Santana was asleep on her stomach, snoring softly, her right arm was hanging off the bed, her other under her neck. She was face down, her hair creating a blanket over her head, since it was spread across the pillow. She was only wearing her bright pink thong, she had a thin sheet over her legs, but nothing else. Brittany laid beside her on her back, her head facing the opposite direction of Santana, she was only wearing a only a pair of shorts, and was holding a pillow tightly to her chest while she slept.
Santana's cell phone rang loudly and woke her up while scaring her in the process. She fluttered open her eyes and groaned angrily while reaching for the nearest item to cover her ears from the noise, she blindly moved her hand around until she gripped a pillow and pulled it close to her placing it on her head while moaning softly to herself and falling back asleep.
"What the hell, Santana?" Brittany rasped when her head bounced on the bed from her pillow being snatched from underneath it, she opened her eyes and looked at her wife. "You have a pillow, give mine back." She replied while snatching her pillow back and throwing it under her head again and closing her eyes as she rolled on her side away from the Latina.
Santana turned to face her and grabbed the pillow again, placing it back over her head, once again causing Brittany's head to bounce on the bed.
"Dammit, that hurts." Brittany winced while closing her eyes. "Stop it." She sighed while staring at her wife.
"I need it, Brit Brit." Santana sighed, never opening her eyes as her phone continued to ring.
After the karaoke competition at the bar, the five women continued to drink and party. They took shot after shot, and ordered bottle after bottle of liquor for them and the other patrons of the bar. Brittany and Santana danced close the entire night, kissing each other and unable to keep their hands off of one another, while Mercedes, Rachel, and Quinn laughed hysterically at everything, including when Santana slipped in a puddle of vodka and almost fell, but luckily Brittany caught her before she hit the ground.
Mercedes, Rachel, and Quinn called it a night around 2am, and returned back to the house, while Brittany and Santana took a walk on the beach before coming in their room and laughing and talking while sharing another bottle of champagne. They danced and twirled around the room until Santana vomited from all of the liquor she consumed and the spinning. Brittany cleaned her up and got her dress off of her before helping her get in bed, leaving them in the position they were in now, when she passed out after her wife.
"It's too loud." Santana mumbled as Brittany grabbed her pillow and hit her wife softly with it before reaching over to see who was calling her cell phone. "Make it stop."
"Hold on." Brittany replied softly knowing Santana more than likely had a massive hangover. "It's Emily, do you want me to answer?"
"No." Santana replied before coughing slightly and rolling over so she was closer to Brittany. She struggled to clear her throat a few times before nestling her face between Brittany's breast and the bed, since the blonde was lying on her side now.
Brittany noticed Santana wince in pain when she cleared her throat and gently rubbed her wife's neck. "Does your throat hurt?" Brittany asked Santana.
"No."
"Are you sure?" Brittany asked her.
"Sleep, come back to sleep." Santana whined.
Brittany laughed and laid back down next to Santana kissing her on the forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." Santana laughed slightly while opening her eyes and reaching for Brittany's pillow.
"Stop stealing my pillow, you have one." Brittany told her with a smile while kissing her fingers.
"You have more pillows than me." Santana told her sleepily while lifting her head and kissing Brittany's breasts. "See you have two more." She smiled lazily.
"Um, you have two boobs, as well." Brittany laughed when Santana laid back down.
"Yours are bigger." She smiled while grabbing Brittany's breasts blindly.
Brittany laughed softly and kissed all over Santana's exhausted face. "I think you are still drunk." She giggled while palming one of Santana's breasts. "Yours are bigger and softer." Brittany then added while kissing around Santana's breast slowly. "Mmmmmm, and they taste good."
"Shut up!" Quinn yelled. "You two talk about your body parts and each other's body parts way too much."
Santana opened her eyes and looked around. "Was that Quinn?"
"Yes." Mercedes replied.
Brittany frowned and got out of bed, she walked over to the balcony and looked over, laughing loudly when she saw Mercedes, Quinn, and Rachel on the sofa bed. "What are you three doing in here?"
"Quinn wanted to prank Santana back, but fell asleep." Mercedes laughed.
"Loser!" Santana laughed loudly. "Come back to bed, baby, I'm cold."
"Are you two naked?" Rachel asked with a scowl.
"No, just topless." Brittany smiled while walking back over to the bed and lying next to Santana, who immediately snuggled up to her and laid on her shoulder.
"We drank too much." Santana sighed.
"Yeah we did, go back to sleep baby and then we can get some greasy hangover food in a few hours." Brittany told her.
Noelle woke up when she felt Mackenzie shift next to her and then two lips on her forehead. She opened her eyes and smiled when Ashton's grey ones came into view.
"I made breakfast for everyone, just come down when you both are ready." He told her.
"Thank you." Noelle nodded as Mackenzie shifted again and moaned softly. Ashton took notice and frowned at his younger sister. "She has cramps, can you grab some ibuprofen and get her a bottle of water?"
"Yeah, are you okay?" Ashton asked. "You aren't on yours are you?" He asked a little quieter.
Noelle raised her eyebrow. "No, I'm not." She replied. Ashton nodded and left the room to grab the items she requested. After watching a series of movies and eating junk food Mackenzie fell asleep, cuddled close to Noelle. Noelle patiently held her and continued to watch TV while texting Ashton, who was in his room. She fell asleep around midnight, not bothering to leave Mackenzie's room. She woke up when Mackenzie ran to the bathroom, and noticed the lights and TV were off, and they had an extra blanket on them, courtesy of Ashton no doubt.
Ashton brought her the items and left the room right away, Noelle rubbed Mackenzie's arm to wake her up. "Mack, get up and take a pill to help your stomach."
Mackenzie exhaled. "I'm up already." She then turned to face Noelle. "You and Grey are cute together. I hope I find a boyfriend as awesome as he is."
Noelle blushed. "Grey is awesome, and I'm sure you'll find someone perfect for you." She smiled while handing her the bottle of water and the pills. "Breakfast is ready, why don't you take a shower and get dressed so we can join the boys."
"Ok." Mackenzie nodded after taking the pill.
Noelle smiled at her and left the room to get dressed herself. She was headed towards Ashton's room to grab her shower items when she bumped into Zacky and Carter.
"Sup Noey." Zachy smiled while hugging her.
"Hey." She replied. "Why are you two up this early?"
"Party of the year tonight." Carter told her while rubbing his hands together. "Since you're basically family, I'll let you in for only $10."
Noelle rolled her eyes. "I hope it's worth it when Aunt San and Aunt B get home." She laughed.
"It will be." Carter grinned. "Come on dude, let's go buy snacks." He then told Zacky while running down the hall to his room.
"So are you sure we can pull this off?" Carter asked. "i don't want my mom to kill me when she gets home."
"Bro..I got it covered." Carter nodded. "This is going to be the best night of our lives! We gotta hit the mall today too."
Noon
Brittany walked outside in her bikini and joined Quinn, Mercedes, and Rachel out on the beach. She laid her beach towel on a chair and began to apply sun block on her legs and arms.
"Where's Santana?" Rachel asked.
"She's still asleep." Brittany smiled. "She'll meet up with us for our massages."
"Is she okay?" Mercedes asked. "She can't be that hungover."
"She's not as hungover anymore." Brittany shook her head. "I did a treatment on her throat, so she went back to sleep for a little bit."
"How is her throat?" Rachel asked.
"Good." Brittany replied a little too quickly.
"Brittany..." Mercedes pressed.
"She threw up last night, too much tequila and champagne, so her throat is a little raw right now, I did the treatment for her so she'll be fine when she wakes up." Brittany explained. "Just don't bring up her throat, please."
"Got it." Rachel nodded. "I had the surgery on my vocal cords as well, and as a singer, it's scary, so I completely sympathize with her."
"Great, but don't bring it up." Brittany repeated.
"Why are we walking on eggshells around her constantly?" Quinn snapped while putting her earbuds in.
"What's with her?" Brittany asked with a slight glare.
Mercedes shrugged and picked up her margarita. "I heard her arguing with Puck on the phone before we came out here, maybe the distance is getting to them."
Brittany sighed. "I'm sick of their picking with each other, I mean they have since highschool, but Quinn is purposely picking with her this week. I'm tired of it."
"Stay relaxed." Mercedes replied while cleaning back in her lounge chair. "We are on vacation, everyone needs to just chill the fuck out."
"We could sing 'Don't Stop Believing'." Rachel suggested.
"Brittany kill me! Kill me right now." Mercedes laughed. "Rachel I swear to God if you start singing that..."
"Geez fine." Rachel shrugged and slipped her sunglasses back on.
"I'm going for a swim." Quinn replied while standing up and walking towards the water.
Brittany rolled her eyes and went to pick up the magazine she brought outside with her when she saw Hannah calling. She tossed the magazine down and picked up the phone.
Hey Han
Hey Brit, how is Cabo?
Good, very relaxing, the weather is great, we are having an amazing time.
I bet, hey do you mind if I use your truck tonight, I have Danielle's car pool for swim class and I need the extra space for their duffel bags.
Yeah, go ahead Grey knows where our spare keys are. Can you drop in and check on Mack too? I know Noey is there and she's a sweetheart, but still
I certainly will, I called and talked to Noey earlier, and she said Mackenzie was asleep after breakfast again.
My poor baby...I hope she didn't inherit my horrible cramps. Brittany frowned.
She is a Pierce woman, so I'm sure she did. I'll pop in to see what Carter is up to as well.
Thanks
I gotta get JJ to the doctor for a check up, have a great time and tell San I said hi.
Will do
Brittany hung up her phone and smiled when she saw Santana walking towards the group. She was wearing a long dark purple maxi dress, her hair was in a big bun on the top of her head, and she had a pair of oversized white sunglasses on her face.
"How are you feeling?" Brittany asked when Santana sat next to her on the lounge chair.
"Good." She smiled while kissing Brittany chastely on the lips.
"Welcome back to the land of the living." Rachel smiled happily.
Santana laughed and leaned back on the chair. "Thanks Berry."
Brittany leaned back and relaxed next to Santana on the lounge chair. She lifted the Latina's sunglasses, so she could see her eyes, when she saw they were clear, indicating she wasn't in any pain she kissed her and settled back with her magazine.
"Let's skip the massages and do something fun." Santana suggested.
"What's more fun that a hot stone massage or a seaweed wrap?" Rachel asked.
"I can name quite a few things." Santana laughed. "Seriously, we can get facials and body scrubs at home, let's go snorkeling or jet skiing."
"We can jet ski at home too." Mercedes stated. "You own four."
"True." Brittany nodded.
"Ok, well we don't own four wheelers." Santana smiled devilishly.
"Santana you need to pay attention to the instructor." Brittany told her wife who was fidgeting with her knee pads.
"It's like driving a go cart, B. I've had my license since I was sixteen." Santana told her with a smile. "Remember all the make out sessions we had in my car after Cheerios practice."
"This isn't like driving a go cart. These are four wheelers. They have a bigger engine and we aren't on a controlled course." Brittany replied. "We are going over hills and through water, and..."
Santana stood up straight and lifted her helmet before lifting Brittany's helmet so she could press their lips together. "Relax." She then slid her helmet back down. "Why are you nervous, we did motocross? This is like second nature to us." She then asked Brittany who helped her put her gloves on.
"I'm not nervous, I did motocross, you stood in the stands and watched me." Brittany laughed.
"I had signs, I didn't just watch you." Santana replied quickly.
"I just want you to be careful, I don't want a hospital trip today because you're too cool to listen to instructions." Brittany told her. "I want my wife in one piece by the end of the night."
"Shhhhh." Rachel snapped at the two of them. "I truly want to hear the instructions."
"Santana doesn't know how to shut up sometimes." Quinn sighed while rolling her eyes and taking a step closer to the instructor.
Santana rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out since she was unable to stick up her middle finger because of her clothes. "Still a damn goody two shoes."
Mercedes turned around and laughed at the pair. "Santana, seriously, you need to listen." Brittany told her while adjusting her elbow pad for her so she would stop messing with it.
"Well, I can't listen if you keep telling me to listen, Brit." Santana laughed.
"Because you aren't paying attention." Brittany huffed. "You've been checking your elbow pads and making sure your helmet isn't crushing any curls in your hair, which is impossible."
"Hey...beauty comes first." Santana said with a serious look on her face.
Brittany gave her a pointed look and pointed towards the instructor. Santana knew Brittany wasn't playing anymore and sighed while turning to face the instructor to finally listen.
"Why do you keep snapping at Santana?" Rachel asked Quinn.
"I thought you wanted to listen to the instructor?" Quinn asked Rachel.
"Bitch alert!" Santana yelled.
"Santana." Brittany stated while trying not to laugh at her wife. Santana turned and smiled at her lifting the glass part of her helmet to wink at her exaggeratedly.
"Now you ladies are free to pick your four wheelers from the first row." The instructor stated.
Santana ran quickly to a bright red four wheeler and hopped on it. "Dibs!" She screamed. "Brit get this one!" She then stated while pointing to a bright blue one next to her. "It matches her eyes." She told the instructor who laughed.
Brittany jogged over and examined the four wheeler, walking around it and checking the tires, before nodding in approval and doing the same to Santana's. She then hopped on hers and started the engine. "You got it San?" She asked Santana, who was having trouble.
"Yeah." Santana nodded while staring at the controls.
Brittany nodded and revved her engine before glancing at Santana again, when she noticed her engine wasn't on. "Is it in neutral?"
"Oh." Santana smiled while putting it in neutral.
"Now press start." Brittany told her. "But don't hold it for too long."
Santana nodded and pressed the start button. "It's not starting." She mumbled.
Brittany laughed at her wife and shook her head knowing Santana missed the entire demo from earlier. "Turn the choke on, baby." Santana lifted her helmet and gave Brittany a blank stare. "Turn the dial right there." Brittany pointed. "Yeah, that one." Brittany turned her engine off and listened carefully to Santana's four wheeler. "Okay, slowly lift the choke off." She told her wife. "Okay, you're all set." Santana smiled brightly and gave her a thumbs up before sliding her helmet back down.
"I'll lead the way." Santana stated while taking off.
"Good grief." Brittany sighed while following behind her wife, followed by Mercedes, Rachel, and finally Quinn.
"This is so kick ass." Santana stated beneath her helmet. "I gotta convince Brittany to buy some of these."
"We don't need these, Santana." Brittany laughed.
"Wait...you can hear me?" Santana asked while slowing down.
"Don't slow down baby, keep going, and yes the helmets are all miked up." Brittany told her.
"Those of us that paid attention head that in the demo." Quinn snapped.
"Fuck off Fabray." Santana snapped. "So we can do like phone sex right now?"
"No!" Brittany, Quinn, and Rachel all yelled while Mercedes just laughed.
"Tough crowd." Santana laughed.
"Ladies I'm going to take you on a trail, so Santana I'm going to pass you, dont be alarmed, just follow me." The instructor stated.
"10 4." Santana stated, causing Brittany to laugh.
Santana was cruising the trail when she noticed the instructor zip past her. "Don't speed up to catch him Santana, keep your pace." Brittany told her.
"Let her live a little and have some fun." Mercedes laughed. "She's grown."
"Cedes." Brittany sighed.
"Thank you Cedes." Santana smirked.
"Santana needs a baby sitter, keep her in line." Quinn replied.
"Let's stop arguing and snapping at each other." Rachel pleaded. "Seriously what is with you two?"
"Shut the fuck up Quinn, God you are such a fuckin bitch lately." Santana snapped.
"Santana." Brittany exclaimed.
"Fuck her, Brit." Santana replied.
"Why don't we all just ride in silence." Mercedes suggested. "I'm sure Mr. Dalton doesn't want to hear us bicker, or talk sexually to our spouse, or..."
"Sing!" Rachel shrieked happily while gripping her handles tightly.
"Fuckin kill me." Santana groaned as Rachel cleared her throat.
Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train
Goin' anywhere
"Shut up!" Everyone exclaimed.
"Well, I'll have you know that when I perform that during my Broadway review my fans love it." Rachel stated proudly.
"You perform that by yourself?" Brittany frowned while turning her wheels to avoid a rock in her path.
"Vocal masturbation." Santana laughed. "Kurt in highschool when he sang a duet for the duets competition by himself and now grown ass Rachel Berry does it on Broadway, you won't get a star on the walk of fame like that."
"As if you have one." Quinn quipped.
"So you sing all of our parts?" Mercedes laughed.
"Closer than you are to getting one." Santana snapped back angrily.
"As entertaining as this conversation is, we are here ladies." The instructor laughed as they reached a clearing that overlooked a beautiful view of the ocean.
"Ease on the brake San, don't stop abruptly." Brittany stated.
"Why are you treating her like a child?" Quinn asked with a hint of annoyance.
"Because I love my wife and I know she wasn't pay attention earlier, and I don't want her to get hurt." Brittany replied softly as she stopped next to Santana.
Santana hopped off the four wheeler and ran over to Brittany, who was taking her helmet off and setting it on her seat. She slipped Santana's helmet off and kissed her quickly, before putting her helmet next to hers. "Let's check out the view." Brittany told her while grabbing her hand and leading her to the edge so they could look out. She stood behind Santana and wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder.
"So beautiful." Santana smiled while turning and kissing Brittany on the cheek and resting her arms on her wife's.
Rachel walked over to Quinn and grabbed her arm, pulling her to the side. "What is going on with you? You and Santana fight constantly, yes, but this is getting out of hand, you're attacking her for no reason."
Quinn raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are you defending Santana?"
"I'm defending an innocent person that you keep attacking." Rachel quipped back.
Mercedes glanced at Santana and Brittany, who were now facing each other and whispering in between soft kisses, and walked over to the instructor. "Hey, Mr. Dalton, our conversation on the helmet isn't recorded is it?"
"No, Mrs Atkinson, it's not." Mr. Dalton assured her.
"Ok, because I don't want to wake up to TMZ posting audio on Twitter." Mercedes stated sternly.
"I promise you that won't happen." He smiled.
"Good." Mercedes nodded.
"Nicholas, sit down." Noah stated while glancing in the rearview mirror at his son. "You know better."
"I'm trying to reach it." Nicholas told his father while continuing to reach in the cargo area of the truck.
"Sit down, while I'm driving. Now." Noah snapped.
"Stop yelling at him." Madison added. "Nicholas, sweetheart, please sit down."
Nicholas sighed. "Stop babying him."
"He's three, Noah." Madison replied. "Stop yelling at them so much."
"Got it!" Nicholas said happily while grabbing his action figure.
"You yell at them too much." She added while rolling her eyes.
"I'm raising them how I was raised, my moms yelled at me." Noah shrugged. "It's not a big deal."
"Santana yelling at you and your siblings? Yes, I remember hearing her scream until she lost her voice sometimes." Madison nodded.
Noah reached a stoplight and looked at his wife. "Are you judging the way I was raised?"
"Wow..." Madison frowned. "No, I made a statement. I don't like that you yell at Nicholas so much. Yes, Santana yelled and screamed at you but Brittany didn't as much, why not try her approach?"
"Why not let me raise my kids how I want?" Noah mumbled.
"I'm sure you mean our kids, since they came out of my damn uterus." Madison snapped.
"You know what I meant." Noah snapped. "I'm not in the mood for this today."
"Good, I'm not either." Madison snapped while crossing her arms.
"Mommy, when is Lita coming back?" Peyton asked.
Madison turned around and smiled at her daughter. "Lita will be back in a few days, then you can call her and see if you can stay the night."
"Ok." Peyton smiled and went back to looking out the window.
Noah turned the block and entered the neighborhood of the Lopez-Pierce family house. "Why are we at your mom's house?" Madison asked.
"I need to grab something, and check on them."
"Grey is 19, Carter is 17, and Mackenzie is 13...they are fine." Madison huffed.
Noah ignored her and swiped his card to enter the driveway, he parked behind Ashton's truck and hopped out, grabbing Peyton and helping Nicholas jump out before heading towards the house.
"I need a drink." Madison sighed as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, and unconsciously put her hands on her stomach.
6pm
I know Mack, I wish I was home with you too, sweetheart. Santana said softly while sitting on the bed.
Noey's been great, and Aunt Hannah stopped by too but I need you and momma.
Do you want us to come home? Santana asked as Brittany stepped in the bedroom fresh from the shower.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked as she sat on the bed next to Santana. Santana shook her head at her and pulled the towel loose exposing Brittany's naked body.
No, I just I don't know I feel weird about everything. Can Andie come over?
Yes, she can, you don't want to go to Grammy's house?
No, I talked to her earlier, but I just don't want to leave my room.
I've been there before, babe, just lie down and relax. I love you.
I love you too, I miss you both.
We miss you as well, Mack Attack, we'll see you in a few days and we'll call and check on you in the morning, if you feel really sick call Aunt Hannah and if you want us to come home just call and we will leave right away.
I'll be fine.
That's my girl, have a good night, sweetheart.
You too, tell momma I love her.
You got it.
Santana hung up her cell phone. "Mackenzie said she loves you."
"How is she feeling?" Brittany asked while standing up to slip her thong on.
"Not the greatest, I think majority of her sickness is because we aren't home." Santana smiled and kissed Brittany's bare shoulder.
"Nope...don't even start that." Brittany laughed.
"Can tomorrow just be us." Santana asked as she kissed Brittany's shoulder again and rubbed her arms. "The whole day just the two of us?"
Brittany nodded. "Yes." She allowed Santana to kiss up her neck and land on her lips.
"Good." Santana smiled. "We can sleep talk, relax on the balcony, order from the food service for lunch, and I can take you to a romantic dinner tomorrow night."
"Mmmmmm, sounds like a dream come true."
"You're my dream come true." Santana smiled while hugging her tightly. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Brittany replied. "Are you sure you're up for this wine tasting?"
Santana pulled her skirt up and slipped into her sandals. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Your throat?" Brittany asked carefully.
Santana ignored her and brushed her hair in a ponytail and grabbed her lipgloss, putting on a light layer.
"Santana, your throat?" Brittany repeated while stepping into her dress.
"It's fine." Santana whispered.
Brittany locked eyes with her in the mirror. "Ok."
Twenty minutes later they headed outside where they were having drinks and a wine tasting on the beach with a personal bartender, they were the first two outside and picked the seats in the middle.
"Good evening ladies...my name is Detrick and I've be your personal bartender this evening." He smiled.
"Thank you." Brittany smiled brightly.
"Zacky is at your house." Mercedes stated while taking a seat next to Brittany. "I just got off the phone with Zach, he had to fly to New York."
Santana took a sip of her water and nodded. "Cool."
Once everyone was seated the bartender mixed up a shot and presented it to each of them. "The first shot I have for you is called The Fat Hooker."
"Well." Rachel frowned at the name.
Quinn sniffed it and knocked it back. "Vodka, schnapps, oj, and rum."
"Impressive Mrs. Puckerman." He nodded.
"Lush." Santana laughed.
"The next shot is called The Falling Star." He stated while mixing the shots right in front of the women.
"Ooooooooo." Brittany breathed when the shot gave the illusion of a start falling in the shot glass.
"What's in this one?" Mercedes asked after they drank it.
Santana coughed and cleared her throat softly. Quinn noticed her wincing while swallowing and frowned, Santana looked up when she felt Quinn staring at her and rolled her eyes. "What?"
"Nothing." Quinn responded.
"Take a damn picture, it'll last longer." Santana then snapped.
"Real mature." Quinn replied.
"Mrs. Atkinson you pour white sambuca into shot glass 3/4 of the way full. Slowly pour a little jack daniels on top almost dripping it into glass. This will cause the Jack to slowly fall to the bottom of the glass, giving the appearance of a "Falling Star"."
"I love it." Brittany nodded. "Remember this one San, so we can order it back home."
"Got it." Santana nodded.
"Next up is The Bloody Tampon." He laughed.
"Pass!" Santana said immediately. "I'm not drinking that shit."
"Hell to the no." Mercedes quickly agreed.
"What type of nasty shit is that?" Santana added.
"I can make a Sperm shot." He then suggested.
"I'm a lesbian!" Santana snapped. "The last thing I want is fuckin sperm in my mouth." Brittany cleared her throat and placed her hand on Santana's thigh and patted softly.
"I enjoy sperm in my mouth." Rachel shrugged.
"Good Lord." Santana snapped.
"Rachel's drunk." Mercedes laughed.
"Ok, how about The Milwaukee Stop Light?" He suggested.
"Hit me!" Rachel smiled.
"Are you okay?" Quinn asked Santana when she winced while swallowing.
"Stop asking, I'm fine." Santana sighed before stifling a cough.
"No, you aren't." Quinn responded.
"Ok, ladies this is Aftershock Hot & Cool cinnamon schnapps, Jagermeister herbal liqueur and Goldschlager cinnamon schnapps." The bartender stated.
Santana lifted her glass and took a sip, the second the liquor hit her throat she spit it out and coughed while jumping up from the table. "I need water." She coughed while running to the house.
Brittany jumped up and ran after her quickly.
"Keep em coming." Quinn stated. "What's next?"
"I look damn good." Carter nodded as he stood in front of the floor length mirror in the pool house. He was wearing a pair of distressed light denim jeans, a black tshirt that showcased his muscles, and a pair of limited edition Gucci sneakers. He stroked his goatee as his cell phone rang with a text message. "Our first guests are here."
"How did you manage to get the guard to let all the cars in?" Zacky asked.
"$300 and an autographed copy of my mom's debut album." Carter smirked while opening a beer and quickly chugging it.
Zacky grabbed a beer and chugged it with him. He then handed Carter a bottle of champagne. "On three, bro."
"1...2...3!"
They both opened their bottles of champagne and yelled in excited as the liquor spilled out everywhere. They each took a sip and headed towards the gate of the yard.
Noey stood in the kitchen patio door with Ashton. "You know this party isn't going to end well, right?"
Ashton sighed. "Yeah I know."
"You know Aunt San and Aunt Brit will kill you after they kill Carter if anything gets broken right?"
"Yep, I know that too." Ashton nodded.
"So why didn't you stop him?" Noelle asked.
"Because Carter does what Carter wants." Ashton snapped while turning and walking towards the family room.
Noelle shook her head as a large group of teenagers entered the yard. She locked the door and made sure the door leading to the garage was locked as well. "I hope it's worth it." She sighed before following Ashton to the family room.
Thoughts?
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