Chapter 2: What's The Worse That Could Happen?

They rushed into their suite, piling in with their suitcases and setting them down anywhere before plopping down on one of the couches. Trina, however, reveled in the gorgeous kitchen and laughed at the two obviously exhausted women she tagged along with her. She walked around the suite calling out to the other two telling them they needed to come see it. "Come on, ladies! There are spiral stairs in here."

"I'm sorry, what?" Janet took off her sunglasses finally, straightening her posture on the couch.

"What?" Susan called out, looking to find Trina.

"Come here!" The over energized woman ran to the two, grabbing their hands and pulling them off the couch, dragging them to the spiral staircase in the quite leading up to another level containing a gorgeous bathroom with a steam shower and what they could call the 'master bedroom of the suite.'

"Wow!" This is fantastic!" Susan ooed and aahed, looking up at the mirror over the king sized bed.

"Trina, how did you afford this place?" Janet finally decided to ask, ignoring all her morals of never questioning someone's finances.

"Well, I've had some money stashed away for awhile. Plus, my mother left me a lot when she died." The dark haired woman took out a cigarette, putting it in her mouth and taking out the lighter she had in her bra.

"How did you sneak that on the plane?" Janet wondered.

"There are perks to once being a stewardess." Trina winked, blowing a large cloud of smoke out of her nose.

"Really?" Janet asked, trying not to cough on the fumes.

"No." Trina giggled. "But I did know the security guard at the airport back home...and when I say know, I mean 'know.'" She took another puff.

It took Janet a second to realize she meant sexually and she waved her hand in front of her face saying, "Ooooohhhhh." She nodded, blushing a bit.

"Wanna try?" Trina held the white stick in front of her, offering it to the brunette.

"Uh, I don't know."

"Come on...It won't bite. Not after one time anyway." She remembered her late father being diagnosed with emphysema when she was younger. Janet stared at it for a moment, shrugged once, and took the cigarette from the bad influence. She took a short puff, beginning to cough, the smoke exiting her mouth with every hack. "Well, it doesn't bite hard the first time." Trina laughed taking the cigarette back from her.

"Oh my gosh! Come see this bathroom!" They both heard Susan yelling.

"Is that a shower or a living room?" Janet wondered, still coughing a bit as she and Trina entered behind Susan.

"I don't know, but I need to get in there right away!" Susan said, literally walking into the shower. Trina reached a hand in, putting it on the nozzle. She teased Susan as if she were going to turn it on with her in there, clothes still on and sunglasses on her head. "Don't you dare!" The redhead yelped, jumping out of the shower as soon as possible. The two laughed, but Janet didn't. "What's wrong?" Susan wondered.

"I don't wanna laugh right now." She answered, putting a hand over her mouth.

"Why not?" Susan asked confused.

Trina chuckled, taking another puff of her cigarette. "The tobacco is still lingering her throat."

"What?" Susan missed the whole first time smoking thing between the two as she was too busy at the time exploring the suite's master bedroom. Trina blew the smoke out of her mouth, causing Janet to cough again and Susan couldn't help but chuckle herself. "Oh."

"You wanna try it?"

"Um…" Susan took a second. She looked at Janet who shook her head no and she laughed. "No, I'm good. Thanks."

"Alright." Trina shrugged and put the stick back in her mouth, talking with it between her lips. "Didn't I tell you all places had great hotels?" She walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

They all stopped and looked at the large tempur pedic bed covered with white Egyptian cotton sheets and comforter. The three of them looked at each other and smiled before turning to the bed and running towards it, jumping onto it all at the same time. After giggling together, they looked up at the ceiling mirror.

All of a sudden, Janet gasped. "Trina, don't burn the bed with that thing." Susan and Janet sat up, leaning their backs against the headboard and Trina just laid there, smiling up at herself while taking another puff of her cigarette. "You know, you look amazing for just having a baby." Janet finally said, after staring at her new friend. "It took me almost a year to lose all the baby weight from Ricky. It's only been what? Two months?"

"Mmm...About." Trina closed her eyes.

"Wow!" Susan expressed her own shock and awe. "Do you have any stretch marks?"

"Susan." Janet elbowed her friend.

"What? It's a normal question to ask after a pregnancy."

Janet rolled her eyes with a hint of smile before looking back to Trina, who was still laying down and smoking. "No. I don't think I've seen any." Trina answered.

"That's amazing...especially considering how skinny you are."

Trina hummed with her eyes closed as she took in a long puff of her cigarette. "You don't know how great it is to be able to smoke again."

"I'm glad to hear you didn't during the pregnancy." Susan said.

"Well, anytime I pulled out a box, Janet practically slapped them out of my hand." Trina laughed and so did Susan.

"Never smoke when you're pregnant." Janet responded seriously. "Really. Evelyn and I found an article in one of the magazines at our nail salon stating that a scientist just found that it's bad for the infant. It can be born with lung cancer or have other bad birth defects."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah with all that science crap."

"Oh, come on, Trina. It's the seventies. They're discovering more and more about stuff...like those pills you used to take...or those pot brownies...they kill brain cells as well as eating away at your liver."

"Mmm…" Trina shrugged once more and sat up, looking for a place to put her cigarette out. "As long as the baby's healthy...I don't care what happens to me." She stood up from the bed and started down the stairs to grab a small candy dish from the hotel suite's kitchen to put out her cigarette. "So," She turned around, looking at the other two who had followed her into the kitchen. "...who's up for a night out on the town."

"We don't even know where to go." Susan said, wrapping her arm around Janet's beside her.

"I found this brochure down in the hotel lobby." Trina pulled out the small book of places to go from her bra. "What do you say?" The two looked at each other and smiled. Janet reached out and took Trina's arm with her own free hand and they headed down to the lobby.

"You got us a limo?" Janet stopped walking when they exited the hotel, thinking it was a bit over the top.

"Why wouldn't three queens like us get a limousine on a vacation?" Trina said stepping closer to the vehicle, the driver opening the back door. She turned to look at Susan who stopped a few steps behind her and a few steps ahead of Janet.

"But...this isn't Las Vegas...nor is it Los Angeles." Janet replied skeptically.

"Hey, you two were hesitant about coming to Louisiana because you didn't think it'd be fun or spontaneous enough...I'm trying to give you fun and spontaneous and you're still hesitant. Come on." She begged. "It's gonna be fun!"

Susan turned to Janet, then back to Trina…"I'm in." She smiled, walking to Trina and getting in.

"Come on, Janet...It won't be as fun without you."

The brunette took a deep breath and shook her head. What's the worse that could happen? She smiled, walking toward her and getting in as well, Trina following with all the excitement of a little kid on Christmas morning.