Author: Moon Roses or Moony
Rating: R for language
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Recap: Pulling into a parking lot she thought back to the races. Amazing. No other word for it. And bonus. They had got out clean tonight, no cops. Just smooth cruising. Now that was what she called a good night. Glancing up at the neon sign, she smiled. The night was only going to get better.

Chapter Four

Jerking the door open, Shorty was met by a blast of cold air. Goose pimples formed on her arms immediately and her hair stood on end. The temperature change shocked her senses. Stepping inside she checked the large store over. Now all she needed was a few necessities and she could be on her way to join in the festivities. Starting down the closest isle, her eyes raked over the shelves on either side of her. The sheer size of the store caused her to hustle a bit knowing that she was on a strict timeline.

When she collected everything she would need for the night she approached the till. A massive man sat behind the counter with a dip of chew pushing his bottom lip forward. He was dripping with sweat, little beads running down his face and collecting in the folds of his gigantic neck. Every time he took a wheezing breath his skin would jiggle happily. What a sight he made. Shorty set her things in front of him gently, careful not to disturb his flesh. She watched amazed as he lifted one beefy arm and rang her purchases through. She could not take her eyes off him. It was like gravity was pulling them towards him. All she wanted to do was poke his loose skin and watch it wiggle. "That it?" he asked and looked at her as if she was some sort of addict.

"Uh," digging through a plastic container of big round suckers she fished a few red ones out and put them on the counter. "These too please." She paid quickly and bolted for the door; the desire to poke and prod him growing with every second.

Shooting out of the parking lot she mentally ran through the directions to Toretto's house. 183 Echo Park Crescent. That was four blocks from her own house. Simple enough. She could be there and partying within a few minutes at the rate she drove. Technically the ride should have taken fifteen minutes but she had managed to arrive in seven minutes. Turning onto the street she definitely knew she was there. Dozens of beautiful tricked out cars sat gleaming in the moonlight all along the street. A white two-story house was a flurry of activity, and not one window was dark. That must be the place.

Driving just passed the house she pulled her car into the first available spot she found. Unwrapping a sucker she popped it into her mouth and checked her pockets to make sure she had everything. Grabbing her party favours she jogged to the porch. A woman Shorty recognized as a chaser trying to get next to one of her 'lil homies' at the races was retching over the railing into the bushes. 'Accidentally' she bumped into her and sent her sailing over the banister only to land in her own vomit. "Oops."

Standing open, the front door was inviting, and heavy rap music filtered through the screen into the dark night. The street was obviously used to the parties around here because not a single person was outside complaining about the noise. She could see and hear people talking and laughing through the filmy drapes. Time for some fun.

The party was in full swing when she crossed the threshold. People were dancing and drinking, only Corona's Shorty noticed absently. All around her people were having a good time. Her team might have been enjoying themselves more than anyone else for each had a bitch on their arm or face. Those were her boys – playing every ass in sight. Hector, who was trying to ignore an old lay had noticed her as soon as she walked in and he grinned at her before tapping his watch. She was on time. So far so good.

The Toretto team was placed all over the house as well. Dom and Letty were grinding next to the stereo, totally focused on each other and completely oblivious to the large audience watching them. Jesse was leaning against a wall with the redhead he had scoped out at the races, sucking on his mouth savagely. Vince was flexing his arms for a group of giggling females. All of them, looking rather young, and having circled the block a few times that week alone. Mia was in the corner looking extremely uncomfortable as a tall man with a face filled with acne scars tried wheeling her. What a fool. And Leon was sitting in a big chair next to the sofa with a blonde in his lap. Letty's words flashed through her head and she laughed. She had thought that was what Letty had been referring to, and now she knew for sure. Leon did not hook up with anyone that was not blonde with huge breasts. He watched at her silently and his blonde turned to throw her a dirty look. Twirling the sucker in mouth with her tongue she winked at Leon before slipping farther into the house.

"Shorty girl! Where ya been?" Letty shouted over the music when she spotted her. Raising her arms to her sides Shorty held two bottles by the neck in each hand. Tequila, Vodka, Rum and her good friend Jack Daniels twinkled at Letty who stopped dancing and dragged Dom over to where she stood. "What you got there?" she asked.

"A game," Shorty replied mysteriously. "I'm gonna need your help. Where do you keep the shot glasses?" Letty left Dom standing there and grabbed two bottles from Shorty before leading her into the kitchen. She raised herself onto the counter and searched through a cabinet trying to find as many glasses as she could. "Grab two short glasses too, hey."

Closing the cupboard Letty counted the shot glasses. "We got nine."

"Sounds good." Gathering their treasures they balanced them and left the kitchen. Shorty and Letty returned to the living room where the coffee table was littered with cigarettes, keys, cells, joints and a baseball bat. Setting her supplies down haphazardly she took Letty's and placed them down too before pushing the trash to the end of the table. Picking the bat up she set it down in front of her. Sliding a joint behind each ear she lined the bottles up along the edge and turned to Letty. "We need two quarters."

Letty dug in her pockets and pulled out a handful of coins. Grabbing two quarters she dropped them on the table and grinned up at Shorty. "Yeah, now what?"

"Now we play." Both of them looked around for anyone sober enough to play. Shorty caught Vince's eye and waved him over. On his way over he punched both Dom and Jesse lightly and nodded to where she was sitting. The three of them came over, a beer in hand and looked for a place to sit.

Letty turned her attention to the sofa where three chasers sat and simply said, "Move."

They moved immediately and Jesse sat down on one cushion, while Vince took a pillow placed it beside Shorty and sat on it. Dom moved behind Letty and massaged her shoulders firmly. "Beto! Marvin! Come here!"

"What's up?" Beto asked and leaned over the table to look at the play pieces. He smiled and sat down beside Letty. He knew what the game was and was not passing up a chance to play. Marvin followed suit and sat beside Beto.

"Baby, you gonna play?" Letty moaned at Dom as he worked a kink out of her lower back.

"Nah, I'll sit this one out," he said and kissed her neck.

So Dom was out. That meant they had six and needed three additional players. Glancing around the room her eyes landed on two big men. She recognized them from one of her brother's parties earlier that week and called them over. An evil grin graced her face. Everyone knew that the bigger the man, the harder they fell. She called them over and they took a seat around the table.

That left one more shot glass. Again glancing around the room she found Leon watching the table. She smiled over at him "You in or what?" He did not look all that thrilled but he accepted. He pushed the blonde off his lap and sat at the table with the rest of them. Uncapping the Tequila she poured the shot glasses full and placed them in front of everyone. Then she handed a quarter to Beto and one to Vince. "Who knows how to play?"

Everyone nodded and Beto and Marvin grinned. "Your ass is goin' down this time baby girl," Beto said.

"Right," she mocked as Beto and Vince raised the quarters. Popping them off the table Beto's quarter rattled around the bottom of the glass and he quickly passed it to the person beside him. And so it began.

This was going to be great. Within a few minutes a small crowd had formed around them and were laughing whenever a player beaked an opponent.

As the game continued and Shorty received a cup and quarter Dom questioned her, "So, you ever done time?"

She snickered and snapped her quarter against the table and into the glass. "Why you asking? Aren't you just gonna get Jesse to run a search on my ass later anyways?" She looked directly at Jesse, "That's Michael Rosalia. Got a last name but I never use it." And then turning to Dom again she replied, "But yeah, you could say that."

"What for?" he asked as the game continued.

"A few things. Mostly fighting. Last time I was in, it was for a fight at a Redman concert."

Dom was silent for another moment "What else?"

"Nothin' big. Busted for possession of pot a few years back. Been hauled in a couple times for unpaid speeding tickets".

"So you weren't ever convicted then?" Damn. Was he ever nosy?

"Yup. For assault. But he had it coming to him. I told him to take his hand off my ass," she looked at Dom and smiled. "But that's it." Shorty returned her attention to the game that was really picking up now. People had started getting the hang of the game.

An hour later, the Tequila and Jack Daniel's were empty and she had been right. Although they had not finished all the alcohol, the two big guys had fallen hard regardless. Both were slumbering deeply on the floor, clutching their shot glasses tightly. They were both going to have killer hangovers tomorrow. The house had emptied considerably and the stragglers were getting ready to follow. Shorty, although incredibly intoxicated could still form complete sentences while the others left around the table were slurring and pointing to get their point across. She considered this another win.

Jesse had been trying to stand for the last fifteen minutes and kept succeeding in landing back in his spot on the couch. Shorty was giggling at as he continually tried and the harder he tried the harder she laughed. It was a vicious cycle. Muttering to himself unintelligibly he laid across the couch and promptly passed out. Vince's eyes kept fluttering shut every few seconds and the ordeal to keep them open was too much. He laid his head next to Shorty's knee, wrapped his arm around her thigh and gave himself over to the comfortable sensation of sleep. Marvin and Beto were being helped off the floor by Hector and Leon had somehow moved himself back into his chair. He was gazing whole heartedly at the wall without blinking.

Dom had carried Letty up to bed long ago and after Hector got Beto and Marvin in the car he sent Pedro back to get her. But she could not move. Her body was useless and light.

Looking up at Pedro through blurry eyes she slurred "S time tago?" He smiled down at her in amusement. She had drunk herself into a stupid slurring mess tonight and he did not see that often.

"Yeah, it's time to go," Pedro said and he grabbed her cell phone which she had discarded on the table. He untangled Vince's arm from her leg, wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up off the floor. She laid her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck as best she could.

Lifting her head up off Pedro's shoulder she looked at Leon. "Leon, I'll be back tomorrows to pick my girl up."

He listened but it was hard to know if he understood a word she had just said. It had made sense in her head after all. It should have made perfect sense to him as well. Hector held the door open for Pedro and the last thing she saw before she passed out was brilliant green.