Chapter 7: Letting loose

"Fiona, Fiona." Cordelia shook her mother awake. Fiona turned her head and stared at Cordelia with squinted eyes.

"What the hell do you want? It's half past 7, go back to bed." Fiona pulled the covers over her head. Cordelia let out a groan. Her mother could be such a teenager. Cordelia opened the black-out curtains and pulled the blinds open, letting the blinding sun in the very reflective white room. "Ugghhhhh! What the hell Cordelia! Close the blinds! What did I do that I need to get up at this time of the morning?!" Delia pulled the covers off of Fiona and in response she turned her head from the window and curled into fetal position.

"It's Madison's birthday. I always do something special for the girls and since you're here I could use the help." Cordelia stood in front of the bed with her arms crossed.

"It wasn't my damn idea to make a big breakfast for a teenager's birthday."

"Wouldn't it be nice of the supreme to make one of her witches happy on her birthday?"

"The last time Madison and I made nice I killed her, so no."

"Fine I guess I won't include you in the reservations for Coquette." Cordelia shrugged her shoulders and walked away. Fiona sat up.

"Wait! What do you want me to do?" Fiona answered in defeat. She had been wanting to go there for a week straight but never got the chance, as she was teaching the girls. Cordelia smiled in victory.

"Can you squeeze a few oranges?"

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Fiona wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

"How many goddamn oranges does it take to make a jug of freakin' orange juice?!" Cordelia silently laughed at her mother. God knows where she got her cooking skills from, if not her mother.

"It's really not that hard you know."

"Really? Then you come over here and do this."

"If I do the rest of the orange juice then you do the rest of the french toast." Fiona glared at her daughter.

"No thank you." Fiona continued with her work. This had to be the one thing Delia excelled in and which her mother did not.

"Girls! Breakfast is ready!" Over a dozen pieces of french toast, a large bowl of fruit salad,22 oranges later, and Madison's birthday breakfast finally was ready. All of these things were Madison's favorites. Of course, Madison would never admit to any of those things, but she failed to realize that Delia paid special attention to all of her girls. All of the witches made their way to the kitchen, Misty the first down the stairs.

"Oohh, what's all this for?" Delia often made breakfast but some days the girls put a bagel or a frozen waffle in the toaster. After all, Delia was still headmaster of the coven.

"It's Madison's birthday today."

"Oh, that's nice. I don't have a birthday. We always celebrated when I was adopted, that was kind of like my birthday. I still enjoyed it." Misty gave a half smile and soon after all of the girls came down and made their way into the kitchen.

"Happy birthday Madison!" Cordelia smiled and clasped her hands together. Madison smiled.

"Wow, thank you."

"Well blow out your candle." Fiona snapped her fingers and lit the candle. Madison closed her eyes and bowed her head blowing out her candle as the girls around her clapped.

"Let's eat and you damn well better enjoy the juice, I busted my ass squeezing those oranges."

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Fiona walked past Madison and Zoe's bedroom where all the girls were listening to music on Madison's new stereo, bought by all of the girls. They thought about buying her clothes but knew Madison was always one step ahead of the fashion industry. The bass on the stereo shook the entire top floor of the house. They were listening to rap, something all teens seemed to enjoy listening to. Fiona didn't understand all the vulgarity in the songs. Half of what they said seemed to be irrelevant. She wasn't opposed by it as much as she was confused by it. Fiona was not a completely old school woman and was pretty vulgar herself, she owned a Galaxy phone, she wasn't completely out of the 21st century's loop. As far as her taste in rap, Fiona enjoyed most of it, she even knew Eminem personally, well Marshall as she called him. Fiona pushed the young witches bedroom door open.

"What kind of music are you all listening to?" The girls looked up from the nail polish, makeup palettes, straight irons and curling irons.

"Good music. Something you probably don't know about." Madison returned to curling her hair.

"Are you saying I don't have a good taste in music? I brought Stevie Nicks to this house, you wanna tell her that?"

"Well Stevie is obviously timeless but, c'mon your music taste overall."

"You know nothing about good music or my taste in music for that matter." Fiona crossed her arms. She looked around the room seeing the girls get ready for something. "You know about the reservations?"

"What reservations? We're heading to the club."

"I guess I'll tell Delia to cancel the reservations, as you girls had other plans."

"Well why don't you two come with?"

"Me? Oh I thought I couldn't party?"

"Hey I never said that, but I guess you'll get the chance to prove me wrong." The bedroom door opened once more. Misty entered hold hangers full of gypsy, boho and floral printed clothing.

"Hey y'all, I was wondering what should I wear to this gathering. It's so nice of y'all to invite me." Misty smiled. Fiona placed her hands on Misty's shoulders.

"No honey, you're going to a club. I'm sure you girls can fix her up, I'm going to go get ready." Fiona left the room with a lost Misty. Madison grabbed the clothes from Misty's hands and threw them on the bed.

"You should really drop the hippie look, you're never gonna get laid that way."

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All of the girls came downstairs ready to head out for the night. The birthday girl wearing a strapless dress with a gold sequined bodice,a flowy cream bottom and a train. Zoe wore the dress she borrowed from Madison during the frat party. Nan wore a navy halter dress and Queenie wore a strapless gold and black dress.

"Misty! Hurry up!" Misty held on the railings of the stairs for dear life, strappy blue heels were not in her department of clothing. She clumsily stood up after the long walk down the stairs. Her hair was in a large messy bun with a flower tucked in the side of it. Madison gave Misty a tight strapless mid-dress with a black bodice and a brightly floral pattern on the skirt. Her lips were a bright red-pink color, Misty was blushing so much the pink powder on her cheeks paled in comparison to the shade of red she was turning just wearing the clothes Madison told her to keep because they were "trash". Cordelia walked into the foyer where the girls were standing.

"Where are you girls going? I made dinner reservations at Coquette."

"To the club. Didn't Fiona tell you?"

"No. Mother!"

"I''m right here." Fiona made her way down the stairs wearing a halter dress with a charcoal layered bodice and a silver sequined tight bottom and on her feet were 5 inch silver pumps. "C'mon Delia, when was the last time you went to a club?

"Never. I-I don't go to these things."

"You didn't go to one single parade with us during Mardi Gras. Come with us to the club."

"You can't even drink-. No mother you can't-"

"Oh yes I can, now lose the stick up your ass and come with us to the club."

"I do not have a stick up my ass and to prove that to you, I'll come to the club with you all."

"To Madison. Celebrating this last year as a teen."

"And getting in a club underage."

"And drinking underage!" Nan included.

"Cheers." All the witches downed their shot.

"How can you drink?" Queenie looked at her supreme skeptically.

"Let me tell you a little secret. There's a spell that lets you drink alcohol without actually absorbing it in your bloodstream. Think of it as Jesus turning water to wine but in reverse. And it won't harm the baby. The supreme who created this spell is a goddess. Plus no hangover, but every spell has it's limits, only once a year it can be used."

"Seems legit."

"It is." Fiona took another shot.

"I can't believe Cordelia let you do that."

"Well she can't stop me, especially if it's not affecting the child." Fiona shrugged.

"Would you like a drink?" Misty turned her head.

"Oh, oh no. I'm the designated driver." Misty pointed at her group of girls and Kyle.

"I see, well you look beautiful." Misty stared at the man like a deer in headlights.

"Well I had help. I'm not used to this kind of thing."

"Would you like to dance?"

"Oh, um, I-I don't dance to much really. I could dance to Fleetwood Mac, that's about it." Misty got off the bar stool and walked towards Fiona. "Miss Fiona, is Miss Cordelia okay?" Cordelia was dancing wildly and seemed to be having the time of her life. "I've never seen her like that before."

"It's ok Misty, Delia's horrible at holding her liquor and she'll regret it in the morning but let her enjoy tonight." Fiona smiled at her daughter as she sipped her Shirley temple.

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"Thanks for taking Delia upstairs Kyle."

"No problem Fiona, glad you enjoyed tonight." Fiona laughed.

"Thanks, goodnight Kyle."

"Night." That night at the club was the first time in Cordelia's life that her and her mother danced together. Though she was drunk, she wouldn't forget how comfortable she felt with Fiona, usually always being on the edge of her seat ready to hit the panic button whenever her mother was around. It would be an interesting story to tell her child her mother would bear her soon enough. Well I was drunk and so was our mother...

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