"Drunk in Love"-Beyonce
The sound of chatter was drown out by the sound of blow dryers and flat irons as she sat in the beauty shop getting her hair redone. As Joss sat in the chair her mind drifted off to the reason she was back in the chair getting her hair redone within the same week. Her damn near life long hairstylist sure in the hell knew the reason, judging by the shit eating grin that spread across her face when she removed her hat as she sat down in the chair.
Last night. Dear goodness last night. This was all Sam's fault, no Harold's, no, the computers. No this was all John's fault. Yeah this was definitely his fault, kind of. Well it was kind of his fault that she had to go the framing store this morning. But it was definitely his fault she was sitting in this chair getting her hair redone within the same week.
Last night Shaw showed up at the precinct after her shift was over and asked, more like stated they were going to get some drinks. Her first mistake was assuming that "some drinks" in Sam's vocabulary meant some drinks. Three mixed drinks and ten shots later, John showed turns out that the DJ owed money to some very bad people, who were looking to collect by any means necessary. In order to keep a close eye on him, John asked her to dance with him near the DJ's booth. Her second mistake was dancing with him. She shouldn't have danced the way she she did but she was feeling the music and feeling the liquor even more.
Long story short, kneecaps were busted and Sam ditched her for a tall muscle bound bouncer, saying something along the lines of finding herself a "boy toy" and that she should take her boy home and enjoy his toy. Flashes of her hands touching herself in his car on the way back to her place. The memories were on instant replay in her head of her bed sheets, the floor, her bathtub and all the grinding and swerving and just all that good, good stuff.
Joss cleared her throat and pinched the bridge of her nose while shifting in her chair. Trying to refocus her thoughts, she started at the floor, seeing her newly reframed Andy Warhol print of the Brooklyn Bridge brought back even more memories about last night. Okay, that one was her fault, she kind of threw him off his balance in the foyer. But the rest of it was Johns fault. It was his fault that her house was a mess, his fault that her hair was sweated out and she had to get it redone and it was definitely his fault they woke up on the kitchen floor this morning. Men, why the hell did they have to eat after sex and apparently during in John's case. That ass feed her pancakes while he was still inside ….never mind.
Yeah it was definitely his fault, thank goodness Taylor was spending the weekend with Paul. Yeah, it was definitely John's fault. Who else's fault could it be? Like a ton of bricks hitting her in the face, Joss realized who fault this really was, Beyonces. Yeah it was her fault with all that self and sexually empowering music that was playing in the club when all this started. Yeah it was Beyonces fault that she acted like she was addicted to, no drunk in love with everything that was John Reese.
A half laugh escaped her lips, who the hell was she trying to fool. She wanted it last night, wanted him and judging by how hoarse her voice was this morning she had wanted it all night.