"Hey, Dom, wanna dance?" Tiffany asked, with a grin as they sat in the limo she had rented. It was one of the three she had rented for Diego and Roman, the night was just getting started when 'The Devil Came Down to Georgia' and he had grimaced.

"Shut up." He pointed at her in a threatening kind of way. She pretended to be shaking as the longer than normal stretch limo took off out of the driveway of the hotel the entire crew was partying at.

"He's just mad. Poor thing." Tempest smiled, though fakily, at him, as she poured some rum into her Pepsi.

"Yeah, I would imagine, it bein their break up song and all." Tiffany nodded, taking the glass from Tempest. Tempest busted up into laughter, loving giving Dominic a hard time. It had only been a day since she had came back and it was going to be an interesting evening with what all was in store.

"Where is Miss J anyways?" Diego asked, as she and Roman settled down with the three of them.

"Other limo." Tempest said, her tone easily detectable she was still quite upset with her.

"Poor thing." Diego sighed, shaking her head, knowing she would get Tempest or Tiffany to rile up, all in good fun.

"Poor thing my ass." Tiffany toasted with Roman and Diego, then Tempest and Dominic. "Oh! I got you guys an early wedding preset for after the party." She smiled, holding a box. Roman reached for it and she slapped his hand. "Not so quick." She tsked her teeth, making even Dominic laugh.

"Aw, come on. No fair." He groaned.

"It's for Di really." Tiffany tossed her the box, then sat back and took a drink of her drink. Diego opened it and held them up. "Look familiar, Rome?" Tiffany grinned.

"Handcuffs. Nice." Diego laughed, holding them up with one finger. "You got something you need to tell me? A fetish?" She asked, so seriously that Roman scoffed, trying to stay straight faced but couldn't.

"Hell nah. She took those from the cop in the desert the other night." Roman shook his head, looking at Tiffany like she had some nerve.

"You thought I was joking that I would save them for you, eh?" Tiffany raised her glass to him and took a drink.

"Where is yo boy anyways?" Roman asked as the Limo pulled up to the trendy club they were about to hit.

"He's with his sister. Hopefully changing her attitude." Tiffany said, her good mood somewhat affected. She looked at Tempest then got out.

"You want to get her drunk or shall I ?" Tempest asked, grinning evilly.

"I say we tag team her and I know the guys won't mind playing quarters." Tiffany tossed a quarter up and Tempest caught it. They headed for the VIP lounge and found Jordan where they expected her to be.

"hey, J. Wanna come play quarters with us?" Tempest asked, finishing up her drink and looking around to find Leon staring at her. She turned back, not looking at him.

"Sure she does. Let's go, Blondie." Tiffany helped her up, not giving her hesitation any attention. Brian looked at her, as though concerned. She gave Jordan's arm to Tempest and went to his side, putting her arms around him. "What's wrong?" She asked, whispering in his ear.

"Try to take it easy on her, would ya? She's worried you two are going to kick her ass literally." Brian said, looking into his wife's eyes.

"Well, why should she be worried? Oh, yeah, she really fucked up. Yeah, I think I'll let her sweat it." Tiffany said, looking at Roman and Tej.

"Everything cool?' Tej asked, looking at Tiffany check her watch.

"Yeah, take Brian and go to the next club. We'll be there abit later. Call me if he tries to come back any sooner.'" Tiffany said, leaving Tej and Roman both with some money and an address.

"I really don't want to drink.. The last time.. I had alcohol.." Jordan stammered to Tempest.

"Nonsense. You'll get over it. You hung out with Dre and got in an accident and went right back out wit her, you can handle this." tempest dismissed her concerns as Tiffany walked up. She pushed the shot of tequila towards her. "Drink up." She said, waiting for Jordan to follow her lead.

"Sorry, had to make sure Tej got Roman to the other club for his bachelor's party." Tiffany sighed, cracking her knuckles. She knew Jordan was sitting up, almost seeing unable to relax.

"No prob. So, All the guys gone? Brian, all of them?" Tempest asked, sucking on a lemon as she talked, reinforcing that noone from the crew would be around to help Jordan out.

"Yup. All of them. And Di is over at the other side, getting her dance on. So, ladies, just the three of us." Tiffany smiled, taking a shot and swallowing with no facial expression.

"They say three's often a crowd." Tempest said, taking a shot an pushing it towards Jordan.

"Yup, they do. Drink up, guys." Tiffany replied, sending another shot flying down the bar to Jordan. She looked like she was ill and looked even more like she wanted to refuse it but she didn't dare. She hadn't said a word, and that to the girls, indicated that she knew she had been outta line and fucked up.

"I can't drink anymore." Jordan moaned, her head down on the bar, two hours later.

"It's all good and yeah you can. I seen you throw back many a shots." Tiffany said, getting up to get some salt. Jordan was looking tired and her words were so slurred only someone who knew her could understand her.

"I think that time has come, Tiff, What'ya think?" Tempest asked, stretching.

"Yeah, I think so too." Tiffany said, getting up yet again, making Jordan eye her wearily. The whole night she had been slightly wearily looking and every time one of them would get up, she would scoot farther away. "I'll be right t back. Excuse me." She said, and took off. She made her way through the crowd and walked up the stairs to the few rooms that were used as hotel rooms. She let her self in and then picked up the phone.

"Hello." Dominic said, his voice sounding pretty bored.

"Dom, I'm upstairs and I can't figure out how to get the damn liquor cabinet open . Can you come help? Why aren't you at the bachelor party?" She asked pretending like she was trying to open something and was frustrated with a fake grunt, messing with the cabinet.

"Didn't see a point. They should be back soon and I'm on my way. What room you in?" he asked, his cell phone to his ear as he walked.

"The last one on the left side. It's locked so I'll let you in." She said, getting up to the door and opening it, seeing him walk down the hall. She let him in, then shut the door, key in hand. Then she headed back downstairs. "hey, Temp, how's it going?' She asked, with a nod.

"Oh, it's aight. Every thing cool?' She asked, trying to not laugh.

"Oh yeah. SO, J, you tired of being on our shit list?" Tiffany asked, looking at a very sleepy Jordan who nodded.

"Can't hear ya." Tiffany sat back and folded her arms.

"Yeah." Jordan mumbled.

"Good, cause we need to get some shit straight and we need to do it now." Tempest smiled, helping her up and the two of them, each holding an arm, escorted her up the sitars.

"I'm sorry. What else you want me to say?" Jordan asked, her eyes wide.

"Unm, that you'll stay the hell away from Dre, you won't act a fool again… that's a good start." Tempest said, her grip tightening to keep Jordan from bolting.

"Jordan, I'm not playing. You pull any more shit like that on the team and Temp, Ice and I, we will seriously kick your ass. NO yelling, asking questions.. NOTHING. You want to run with her an go to a gang party and get yourself killed while trying to ask us for help when things get rough for you , no, it ain't happening. We're the real deal and I'm not playing when I say I will beat your ass the next time you deiced to act out." Tiffany said, all playing and smiles gone as she hissed in a low tone.

"You need to grow up and get a life cause the world don't revolve around you, Jordan." Tempest added, as Tiffany looked in her pocket for a key. She swiped it and they both pushed her in the same room Dominic was in and shut the door.

"Let's go party for them since they cant' get out." Tiffany laughed, loving the fact the two were locked in a room together without being able to get out.

"Shoudla put a damn ed stereo in there and played their 'song'." Tempest busted into laughter as the two headed for the bar yet again. Jordan, drunk but now sober, threw herself on the bed in pure confusion.

"You allriight?" Dominic asked, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom.

"Yeah. What are you doin here?" She asked, sitting up, wiping her hair from her face, something Dominic loved.

"Tiff called me to help her and the next thing, I'm locked in here. Guess I know why now." Dominic said, his eyes meeting hers.

"Well, it can't be too long before they come back." Jordan looked away, her blue eyes now avoiding his. She got up to go look out the window and was silent. It was an awkward silence and it was killing Dominic to be so close to her and not say a word. The two had avoided each other at all cost and now was just too hard.

"That's it. I've had enough." Dominic said, grabbing her and throwing her on the bed. "Are you done yet?" he asked, laying on top of her, his face serious as he studied hers.

"Done with what?" She asked, looking away.

"Being stubborn and ignoring me." Dominic held her chin, making her look back at him. Then he kissed her. AT first it was a forced kiss and then the attitude change was apparent.

"I'm not stubborn." She said, puling away.

"Like hell you're not. I want my trophy back. And I always get what I want." Dominic grinned slightly, making her smile and look down shyly.

"Hmm, im not so sure bout that." She shrugged, and he kissed her again. "Stop this, we can't do this." She pulled away, trying to get up.

"Like hell we can't. You look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore and I will leave. But I won't believe you. Now drop the attitude, Jordan, and talk to me right now." He said, so sternly his voice made her shiver. Then his face softened. "I want my Corona Barbie back. Please?" HE asked, looking deep into her eyes as eh laid on her body. Her eyes misted over with tears.

"I want to be back with you too." She nodded, then kissed him. They laid in each other's arms, not speaking a word." Dom, I missed you." She admitted, her hand playing with his as the two stared at the ceiling.

"I missed you too. You have no idea how cold at night I get." Dominic sighed, then grinned. She slapped him playfully and shook her head.

"Is that all I'm good for?" She asked, rolling on top of him and batting her eyes at him.

"nope." He said, earning a look of intrigue. "what, you wan t a list?' he asked, making her roll her eyes.

"You got one?" She asked, looking surprised.

"Of course I do, Baby. I missed you." He held her tightly, making her smile. This was the Dominic she had missed, this was what she had been wanting for who knows how long. She was so content she didn't move at the sound of the phone ringing by the bed.

"I missed you too, Dom." Jordan whispered, truly feeling like she was on a cloud. She took in a deep breath of his cologne and closed her eyes.

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"You kids have fun?" Tempest asked the guys as they all filtered back into the club. Leon and Vince were the latest to get back from Roman's party and she couldn't' resist saying something to Leon, Ice being gone on business.

"Nah, not much there." Leon coughed, taken aback at her question.

"Interesting. Well, there's a slammin party here." She said, handing the two of them drinks.

"Hey, Temp." Tiffany came up and put her arm around her friend. "Checked on that situation lately?" She asked, her eyes on Leon's.

"Nope, you?" Tempest asked, her words slurred a bit.

"Me either. Let's go check on it at the same time." Tiffany smiled, knowing Tempest was on her 27th drink already. She knew she could handle her liquor to a point but as heavy as she had been hitting the alcohol she didn't trust her alone with Leon.

"You afraid I'm a hit on Leon?" Tempest asked as they climbed the stairs.

"Yeah. Why?" Tiffany answered honestly, though smiling.

"Just asking." Tempest laughed, not being able to lie to her friend. She knew her too well. The alcohol talked when drunk n abundance.

"You still chill wit Ice? Or is he back to his old shit?" Tiffany asked, listing to the door to see if she could hear anything.

"You mean other then being too controlling and possessive and …"Tempest laughed, trying to be quiet, doing the exact opposite.

"Yeah, you know how he is." Tiffany said, sliding the key to the door. She opened it slowly, as to not make any noise. "Temp, look." She grinned, looking at a sleeping Dominic and Jordan.

"Beauty and the beast. Wow." Tempest remarked, her banter making Tiffany bust up into laughter. Dominic opened an eye and looked at the two girls.

"Can I help you?" He asked, still not sure whether to be mad at them for what they had done.

"Yeah, you can tell us if you can make her shape up her act." Tiffany said, mater of factly.

"I hope so. WE're back together. I didn't need you to lock us in here like this, thanks."' Dominic frowned.

"Bulshit." Tempest sneezed and said under her breath. SH sat down by Jordan, playing with her hair.. "She was scared outta her mind we were going to beat her. How funny." She laughed, making Tiffany laugh.

"I think al the alcohol made her drink will be payback enough, don't' you?" Tiffany asked, her phone getting a text.

"Yeah and we don't' gotta be with her when she's' sick since Dom's got it covered." Tempest smirked, making Dominic point to the door.

"Some of us are trying to sleep." HE said.

"Good for you." Tempest replied, getting up to leave and go have more drinks. Tiffany flowed her out and looked at her. "WHAT? What's wrong? Not tonight. I can't…"She groaned, already knowing Tiffany was up to something.

"Are you backing out on me?" Tiffany teased, as Tempest shook her head.

"No, hell no." She replied, putting down the drink she had reached for. "Let's go do this. Damn, not even one night off." She sighed, her drunken state she had worded so hard to get to now on it's way out the door, along with the good mood she had.