Chapter 6
"Where is she?" Maureen said with fret as she paced back and forth in front of the door. "She's almost three hours late." She turned her attention towards Mrs. Jefferson. "She said she was coming home at six right?"
Mrs. Jefferson nodded, trying to stay calm. "Yes…maybe she had to stay late and catch up on work. She did leave during the day to come home. Maybe she fell behind."
"Ugh!" Maureen angrily fumed. "This is your fault. Why did you have to call her, you made her mad!"
"My fault?" Mrs. Jefferson asked in shock. "You're the one who was doing drugs."
"Okay, let's just put the arguing aside for just a second." Maureen said and closed her eyes to try and think. "I think we should go look for her."
"That sounds like a good idea." Mrs. Jefferson agreed as she pulled on her coat.
Before the two could leave, the phone began to ring.
"Maybe that's her!" Maureen said and dashed for the phone. Mrs. Jefferson sat back and watched as Maureen talked, until finally she said bye to whoever it was and hung up.
"Was that her?" Mrs. Jefferson asked with hope. "Is she okay?"
"It was my friend Mimi." Maureen said with amusement in her voice. "Joanne is at The Life Café."
"What's that?" Mrs. Jefferson asked.
"It's where we hang out…Joanne is drunk!" Maureen laughed. "Mimi and Angel are bringing her home right now."
"My daughter is not drunk…Joanne doesn't do stuff like that." Mrs. Jefferson said.
"I'm afraid she does." Maureen smirked. "It's quite entertaining too."
Maureen and Mrs. Jefferson sat impatiently in the living room, waiting for Joanne to arrive home. The TV was on, but neither one of them were paying attention, they were too busy thinking about Joanne. Twenty minutes later, a loud bang on the door caused them to bolt up.
They both ran to the door. Maureen looked through the peep-hole to see Mimi and Angel huddled over Joanne who was on the ground. She smiled and opened the door.
"Hey!" Joanne shouted with delight. "You got the door open!"
"Chica shhh." Angel said, "You're in an apartment building people will get mad."
"Oh…" Joanne said and put her finger up to her mouth. "Shhh."
"How much did she drink?" Maureen asked with enjoyment in her voice.
"I'm glad you think this is funny." Mrs. Jefferson bitterly replied.
Mimi and Angel both hoisted the lawyer up. Angel steadied her, while Mimi went to talk to Maureen.
"We found her like this." Mimi giggled. "Well we are guilty of giving her some shots of tequila, but she was drunk all on her own, bitching about you two." She said pointing between Maureen and Mrs. Jefferson. "I don't know what you two did…but she was pissed, until we got the tequila in her. Now she is just having the time of her life!"
"Shhh!" Joanne scolded towards Mimi, and began to tiptoe into the apartment. "You'll make everyone maaaad."
"She's a fun drunk; we should get her drunk more often." Mimi suggested.
Angel giggled as she followed Joanne into the apartment, making sure the lawyer didn't fall.
"I can't believe this." Mrs. Jefferson rolled her eyes.
"Mom?" Joanne asked her eyes went wide, and she jumped behind Angel. "Oh no! Don't let her see me; she has never seen me drunk before!"
"Too late chica." Angel giggled, "You're busted."
"Shhh, if I don't move, maybe she won't see me." Joanne whispered.
"Joanne honey, I can see you." Mrs. Jefferson said. "You're twenty-nine; you don't have to hide your drunken self from me."
"I knew you'd understand." Joanne cheered and threw her arms around her mom.
"Okay…" Mrs. Jefferson said and unsurely patted Joanne's back.
Joanne soon pulled away, her eyes on Angel and Mimi. "Thanks for taking me home, I really-" Her sentence fell short when she finally noticed Maureen was in the room. "Hello…" She smirked and walked up to Maureen, her fingers tracing up her arm. "We are totally going to get you naked later."
"I don't think she's mad at me anymore." Maureen smirked.
"Wait until she sobers." Mimi said. "I'd take advantage of this if I were you."
"Let's take advantage of Maureen." Joanne suggested pulling the diva close, her hands instantly finding the diva's ass giving it a hard squeeze, causing Maureen to squeak. "Maureen has such a nice bum…you guys want to feel?"
"Oh my God, yuck!" Mrs. Jefferson spat.
Angel and Mimi giggled.
"Well it's true." Joanne said, resting her head on Maureen's shoulder. "Isn't that right baby?"
"I guess." Maureen giggled, wrapping her arms around Joanne.
"Okay, we're going to get going." Angel said, grabbing Mimi's hand. "Good luck with her."
"Bye." Maureen waved. "Thanks for bringing her home safely."
"Anytime honey." Angel replied and her and Mimi skipped out the door.
"Bye guys!" Joanne excitedly said watching as the two left the apartment, and then lowered her head back on Maureen's shoulder. She nuzzled the diva's neck and sighed.
"Maureen?" Joanne whimpered.
"Yeah Pookie?" Maureen smirked pulling her closer.
"I have barf in my stomach." Joanne said.
"What do you mean?" Maureen asked pushing Joanne slightly away.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" Joanne said.
"Okay…okay." Maureen said, and quickly guided her to the bathroom.
"I'll get her some water." Mrs. Jefferson said.
When Mrs. Jefferson entered the bathroom, she found Joanne huddled over the toilet, while Maureen rubbed her back.
"I hate throwing up." Joanne whined.
"Just let it all out, you'll feel much better." Maureen assured her.
"Here." Mrs. Jefferson said, handing Maureen a bottle of water.
Maureen reached out and took it, then handed it to Joanne. Joanne took a sip and swished it around her mouth, and then spit it out in the toilet.
"Are you okay now?" Maureen asked.
Joanne shook her head. "No…I think more is coming."
"How much did you drink?" Maureen asked while biting back a laugh, watching as the lawyer threw up some more.
"Oh God…" Joanne sighed, and slowly lowered to the ground. Maureen sank to the ground with her leaning against the wall.
"Come here Pookie." Maureen said with her arms open. Joanne quickly crawled in between Maureen's legs, resting her head on the diva's chest. "Anymore coming up?" She asked while her arms circled around the lawyer's back, protectively holding her.
"No." Joanne softly answered, her eyes slipping shut. "But let's just lay in here for a few more minutes just in case."
"Okay." Maureen said, kissing the top of her head.
Mrs. Jefferson watched the whole scene. She tried her hardest to hold back a smile, but she couldn't help but be pleased with how Maureen was taking care of her daughter.
"I'll be out here if you need me." Mrs. Jefferson said, and left the room.
Ten minutes later, after Joanne emptied her stomach for the last time, Maureen helped escort her to bed. She helped her get changed, and then carefully laid her in bed, covering her with the blanekt.
"So that's why I never drink." Joanne mumbled.
Maureen couldn't help but laugh, while she ran her fingers over her forehead. "Sleep it off; you'll be fine in the morning."
"I have work in the morning." Joanne whimpered.
"Call in sick." Maureen suggested.
"I can't…"Joanne huffed and rolled over, mumbling something Maureen couldn't understand.
"Go to sleep pookie." Maureen said, kissing the lawyer on the cheek.
The diva smiled at her girlfriend, before shutting the light off, and leaving the room, quietly closing the door behind her.
"She's sleeping now." Maureen informed Mrs. Jefferson.
Mrs. Jefferson nodded. "I think we should call truths."
"What?" Maureen asked.
"Joanne was so mad at us, she went out and got wasted, that is not something my daughter would normally do. I don't like seeing her like this." Mrs. Jefferson said, looking Maureen straight in the eyes. "I say we learn to like each other…or at least pretend until I go home."
Maureen thought about it, and then nodded in agreement. "Alright I agree."
"So we're going to try and get along for Joanne's sake?" Mrs. Jefferson asked.
Maureen stuck out her hand, "For Joanne." She said, and the two of them shook on it.