Thanks for beta'ing, MsSchneeheide! The dreams were actually mine, btw ;)
Happy International Women's Day/Week! Also, happy belated birthday to MsSchneeheide and VeraRose19!
That night, Blanca, Diablo, Karla, Ramón, Gloria, Fahri, Margarita, RJ, Theresa, Yuri, Lila, James, Lillian, Lucas, Layla, Bartholomew, Alison, Hassan, Lida, Vasily, Diane and Charles go out to celebrate Blanca being back. The eleven couples, dressed in jeans and nice colorful or black tops, decide to hit up a new place that Aleida and Margarita both recommended, the Indigo Club. They all start dancing a bit as they enter the loud place with thumping beats and pounding techno begins playing. They show their IDs to the bouncer, whose name tag reads Boo. She's just an inch taller than Karla. Wearing a tuxedo, she barely even looks at their cards as she waves them in with a huge grin on her face. "Welcome, ladies and gents!"
"Why is your name Boo?" Blanca asks loudly over the music.
"'Cause I scare away asshole customers!" She gestures to the short female bartender who has her long brown hair in a half pony with side bangs. She wears a flannel black and white top, skinny blue jeans, and a jeans vest over her shirt. "Now go get shit drunk, this is the only job Pennsafucky's got now! The brothel's gone, thank fucking god. Just make sure you call some cabs after!"
¿El burdel? Theresa mouths at Blanca, who shrugs.
The brothel?
"We don't gotta do that, Fahri's driver's gonna take us home," Gloria informs Boo, touching her new boyfriend's shoulder. Grinning, he slides his arm around her waist. "He's got a limo!"
Boo spreads her arms out wide. "Hey, good for you kids!"
They all laugh as the men escort their women further inside. Ambling to the bar, Diablo twirls Blanca and she giggles while swooning at how he's so romantic. Since there aren't enough stools for everyone, Blanca, Karla, Gloria, and Margarita sit on the four that are available while the others find a table. They've already discussed what they want to get.
When the lady behind the counter turns around, she smiles at them. Blanca is pleasantly shocked to see that it's Tiffany Doggett. "Hey!" She points at Margarita. "I saw you before, right? With a friend...but she ain't here."
"Yeah, we're all with our men, but she don't have one at the moment!"
"That's too bad, I don't either!"
"Actually, we're back together!" Aleida interrupts as she runs up to them, Leon jogging to keep up with her. "¡Sorpresa! I only told Glo, and she invited us here!"
Surprise!
"Yo, ¡felicidades!" Blanca says gleefully and their remaining friends cheer. "Gracias, I'm happy you did."
"No prob!" Gloria pats her bejeweled hand fondly.
She looks from Gloria to the newly reunited pair. "Also that you two showed up!"
"Nice!" Tiffany murmurs.
Aleida beams. "Gracias, Blanca, y de nada...and Tiffany, I'll have a vodka orange soda on the rocks!"
"Same!" Leon smiles.
"Got it!"
They turn and walk away together, their arms slung over one another's shoulders. Blanca assumes that Aleida has just let Gloria in on the fact that she and Leon are back together to needlessly and dramatically rub their relationship in Gloria's face.
"Y'all doin' Valentine's Day early?" Tiffany wants to know.
They shake their heads no and Blanca raises her hand. "They're celebrating the fact that I'm finally off the streets! My daughters were with me, so they're having a little party of their own with friends."
"Mis amigos had a tiny thing for me when I returned from the women's shelter for good," Gloria chimes in. "It's kinda like being released from prison."
Tiffany raises an eyebrow and frowns in concern. "You two were homeless?"
"For three weeks, yeah...but my girls and I are finally safe with my main dude!" Blanca informs her.
"It was a few months in mine and my sons' cases," Gloria adds.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that!" Tiffany says.
"We live with my chica Karla now and my nasty ex is fucking dead as a doornail!" She rests her elbow on the aforementioned woman's shoulder. Karla nods with a beam.
"Awesome, so is mine! Congratulations!" Tiffany chuckles and holds up her palm. Blanca and Gloria give her high-fives.
"You, too!" they tell her in unison.
"Thanks, but for what? I've done a lot of impressive shit."
"Well, we saw your picture on all those missing person signs," Karla lets her know. "You're okay now, right?"
"Of course, hell yeah! My best friend Suzanne put 'em up...she had help from her ma. I used to babysit her regularly, you know. We're still close to this day! You should've seen our reunion, oh, she was so happy!"
"Cool! You, me, Lida, and Alex could've formed a club...we sat for a lot of the same kids!" Karla tells Tiffany.
"It was fun, huh?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Anyway, y'all ready to drink?"
"One huge bottle of vodka, por favor, also, a vodka orange soda and rosé wine," Margarita orders. "Four glasses of champagne, three mimosas, Captain Morgan, and some whiskey, too. We all want mini cheeseburgers and orange sodas with ice so we can spike 'em! A margarita for me because that's my name! Strawberry flavored. Also, Sprite would be great. We got twenty-four in our group...the rest are over there." She jerks her thumb behind her. "Everyone's paying for themselves."
"I'd love a piña colada and a Scotch!" Gloria continues.
"Two Estrella Jalisco beers y dos Carta Blancas would be fantastic, ¡gracias!" Blanca chimes in.
"My husband would like a screwdriver, but none for me, please, I'll just have a nice, cold, Diet Coke."
Tiffany eyes Karla's protruding belly. "Oh yeah, how far along are ya?"
"Eight months...you shoulda seen me in January, I was having so many weird cravings and hot flashes!" Karla fans herself for effect. "I'm gonna give birth in March."
"That's awesome! I mean, not the side effects of pregnancy, but just that your kid is finally comin' out soon!"
Karla nods as Pennsatucky starts pouring their beverages. "We can't wait to meet Abel."
"Like, Adam and Eve's son from the Bible?"
"Mm-hm!"
Pennsatucky shakes her head. "I hope he doesn't have an older brother named Cain, otherwise, that's a curse on your family."
"No, his name is Benji...he'd never hurt Abel! Besides, who would name their baby after someone so evil?"
"Yep! I'm amazed y'all have kids...I was never able to keep any of mine. I felt so bad for aborting all six of 'em...the last one fell out after that night in the cave. I liked the letter B...Bonnie, Blake, Boyd, Bethany, Braeden, and Buddy Jr. would've been their names. One time on Mother's Day, right in Boo's front yard, I made crosses for them out of popsicle sticks and poured Mountain Dew in a bottle cap. As I was pouring one out for each cross, Boo came out of her house with half her face painted like a skeleton...looking like the angel of death, but anyway...she taught me a good lesson about this book, Freakonomics, which has chapter four's title being 'Where Have All The Criminals Gone?' It's about the nineteen-nineties where crime fell majorly because babies were aborted by women who didn't want them. If they'd been born, they would've grown up poor, abused, and neglected and thus, a felon. So, when I aborted them, I actually did society a favor since they would've grown up to be just like me, a white trash, fucked up meth head. It was a blessing in disguise...and a good mom doesn't have children she can't take care of properly."
"Solid point," Blanca says. "You don't seem bad, though..."
"Oh, I was horrible!" Tiffany insists. "I used to be a racist cunt, but I changed!"
"Great job! Well...even though I didn't abort my girls when I didn't have the time to be a mom, I gave them to my abuela, so at least she's not a stranger. We're reconnecting, too!"
"Cool! All right, make it rain, ladies!" Tiffany holds out her hand, wiggles her fingers, and taps the table. She gestures at the drinks and food that have been prepared. They give her the wads of cash they'd collected from their own purses and the others' wallets and then text the rest of their friends to help bring everything to their table.
"¡Gracias!" the women shout together, linking arms. "Yo, could you take a pic of us all?" Margarita asks. She holds her phone out to Tiffany as the remaining members of their group come up to them.
"Sure! Let's see those nice smiles." Tiffany takes a few steps back with the mobile device as everyone gathers together. After a bit of shuffling and adjusting, they're posed with each man either placing his hand on his respective lady's shoulder or hugging her from behind. Blanca reaches up to grab Diablo's hands and then kisses one of them while he leans down to peck her temple. She notices Karla and Ramón being just as adorable and cuddly with each other. Gloria and Fahri can't seem to stop making out and they press their cheeks together while their fingers are interlinked. Aleida and Leon are the same way.
"Cheeeeeese!"
"Awesome, yo, that's a nice one!" Aleida exclaims after checking it. They pass Margarita's phone around and decide they all like the photo. After thanking Tiffany, they each pick up their own drink and head over to their table. Diane carries the platter of mini cheeseburgers.
They take their seats and right away, Diablo holds up his can of Estrella Jalisco. "A toast to mi preciosa amor, Blanca!" he announces and the others raise their drinks happily. They cheer together and then start eating their snack and sipping their beverages. Conversation flows easily among them as they enjoy their meal and the ambience of the nightclub.
"Yo, Lea Thompson looks like a younger Norma!" Elena points out as the girls relax in the Washingtons' suburban home. They've just watched Back to the Future. Even though it's full of Caucasians, Maritza counts it as a classic.
"Holy shit, she totally does...a little," Ceci realizes out loud.
"Maybe they're related, they both give off the same kind of relaxing vibe," Flaca says.
"Nah, not possible, she would've let everyone know about it!" Poussey states.
"Yeah, my ma hands out interesting facts about people like they're candy, so I don't think they got any sort of connection at all. Norma just has a celebrity look-alike!" Daya chimes in.
"Similar to how Blanca resembles Rosario Dawson," Shani adds.
Maritza grins. "Yeah..."
"Now..." Taystee claps gleefully, jumps up from the purple leather L-shaped couch, and spins. "Let's move onto The Wiz! It was shown in Spanish class, but the Nazis fucked it up, so we didn't even get halfway through."
"Do you even have it?" Janae asks, rolling her eyes.
"As a matter of fact, crabby-pants, I do!" Taystee plucks it out of her purse and fans herself with the DVD case, a proud smirk on her features. "Found this at the library in the Ethnic section. I'm so done with all the romance movies about white folks...I've seen eleven now! Fig's gotta empty out her basement of all those stupid VHS tapes."
"Groovin' subway pillars and neon colored graffiti, though, really?" Poussey asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yo, that sounds mad interesting!" Flaca exclaims.
"I never seen it," Maritza says glumly as her girlfriend French braids her hair. "Looks cool, though."
"That makes two of us," Shani informs her.
"We could try it, sure!" Elena agrees.
"A black kindergarten teacher who lives in Harlem, that's more my jam than a little white girl in Kansas who's probably a Republican!" Ceci states.
"You said it!" Katie high-fives her.
Daya grins. "Yeah, let's watch this thing."
Taystee shrugs at her sulking best friend. "Sorry, P, your ass is outnumbered! You mean to tell me those costumes weren't fantastic? The seventies was full of creativity! That movie was da bomb!"
"It's cool, I'll watch it for you...I'll make another attempt at getting into it!"
"I'm so glad, babe," Franziska murmurs and then she and Poussey kiss.
Soon, the adults get to dancing. The guys spin their girls and dip them during the fast songs while strobe and colored lights flash on the dance floor. Combing her fingers through her curls, Karla gyrates against her husband, and Blanca is confident enough to do it with Diablo, too, while swinging her hair in a circle repeatedly. It feels so good. Gloria swivels her hips multiple times while leaning on Fahri and he has his hands on her waist. Aleida and Leon bump and grind each other. As the buzzing, tingling sensation sinks into Blanca, she laughs louder and more raucously. It makes her feel light and like nothing's wrong with the world. While slower tunes play, every single couple sways together, gazing into each other's eyes with affection. Lillian and Layla crack up randomly and their spouses exchange eyerolls.
"Ay dios mío, I'm so fuckin' drunk! Whooooo!" Aleida hollers and she and Margarita crack up hysterically.
"Me too, Lei, shit!" Leon yells.
Blanca, Karla, and Gloria share a humorous glance and giggle. "What the fucking fuck!" Diane shouts and then takes a swig of whiskey, chasing it down with grape soda. "I am currently dating a tall bottle of Jack Daniels!"
"We're gonna have the worst hangovers tomorrow!" Charles points out. "Fuuuuuck!"
"Oh, fuuuuuuck!" Diane yells back at him and then jumps into his arms. They spin in a circle, her dark hair flowing all around her.
"Holy fuck, we should not have had that much vodka!" Margarita shrieks. She nearly collapses into RJ, who quickly catches her.
"Whoa, reina, be careful!"
"I'm not as drunk as I use to was," Diablo slurs.
Blanca points at him and guffaws drunkenly while clapping. "Whooooo! You go, dude!"
"I've been cheating on you with a guy named Morgan. He's a captain," Lida tells Vasily.
"You see how much fun it is to get smashed?" Vasily asks her and smacks her butt. Lida gasps and growls playfully at him.
Alison tries to high-five her, but misses her palm slightly. "Girl, yes! Damn!"
"Halloween? More like Hallowe-'re getting fucked up!" Hassan does a few fist pumps.
"Boy, wrong holiday!" Alison punches his shoulder teasingly and then they lock lips.
"Tu gata...has she always had a German accent?" Blanca asks Karla and Ramón in a giggly tone.
Your cat
"Really, you heard her speak that language? I thought it was just me," Diablo says confusedly.
"What?" Karla gapes at them. "I'm so fucking jealous! I'm missing all the fun!" Her voice sounds echoey and distant.
"One more month until you can drink, sweetie," Ramón assures her. "I didn't have anything too strong...I usually don't consume alcohol, but you insisted I get something tonight!"
"I did!" Karla confirms. "Only because I love you so much, mi rey."
"Te amo mucho también, querida..." Ramón caresses her hair and pulls her in for a deep kiss.
"Ain't you two sweet!" Gloria wags her finger at him while her eyes are unfocused. "Okay, next time, you guys need to fuck with a condom so you don't get her pregnant, because we want her to have screamin' fun like the rest of us!"
Fahri gestures to Ramón. "She's right, bro!"
"That's fine with me, two is plenty, that's what we planned!" Karla giggles as her husband twirls and lifts her high in the air. They make out and then collapse into a booth, her on top of him.
"Wanna know what rhymes with drunk? Sex!" Theresa shouts excitedly. She licks her lips seductively at Yuri. "You wanna have it tonight?"
"Oh, no, she did not! Whaaaaat?!" Lila screams.
"Jesus, woman, we're so hammered!" James notices aloud.
Lila quirks an eyebrow up at him. "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock!"
The women chuckle. "Shit, girl, that's bold!" Lillian comments, nudging Theresa.
"Crazy!" Lucas comments gruffly and Lillian glares at him.
Yuri gazes down at Theresa and gulps nervously as she slides her hands under his shirt. "I find you very attractive, but we're both trashed and it's probably better to be sober for the banging session, don't ya think?"
Theresa winks at him. "I'll wait for ya, then."
"I-I wouldn't mind mackin' on each other!"
"Me neither," Theresa murmurs in a sultry manner.
Yuri leans in, Theresa considers him, then pulls his face closer so he can kiss her. Their friends applaud and cheer for them.
"Ay, get it, mami!" Aleida hollers and wolf-whistles.
"Yeah! Way to go!" Leon continues.
"Why do people wear boxers?" Layla asks and she and the others snicker together. "They're just like small pants."
Bartholomew looks at her incredulously. "I dunno!"
"Fuckity fuck fuck!" Gloria stumbles in her step as Fahri leads her to a table. She sits on top of it and winds her legs around his waist. "I'mma get us both laid! Not tonight, because it's not a good idea, but eventually...because I am a queen, and you should see all of me!"
He kisses her while stroking her wavy locks. "Yes, darling, I agree...I'll make love to you when we're both ready!"
She nods vigorously, grabbing his face. "Fuck yeah!"
"You see what they're sayin' right there, baby?" Blanca clumsily motions in their direction and pecks Diablo's bicep. She gnaws on it hungrily and then slips her hands in the back pockets of his jeans, pressing herself closer to him so they're practically glued at the hips. "That's gotta be us in like..." She blinks rapidly and he stares at her adoringly. "Two months or so?"
"Whenever you want, my beautiful love!" He's holding her, one hand on the small of her back and the other massaging her crown, his fingers tangled in her curls. "We'll be together forever, we don't need to rush things!"
"Mmmm, nope! I agreeeeee!" Blanca breaks off into sniggers. Diablo bends down and kisses her neck and she squeals. "I'm soooo gonna get a hickey!"
He stops and winces. "Would you like one, hermosa?"
"¡Sí! It'd be hot...I've always dreamed of getting a love bite from you! Besides, I can cover it with a scarf if I need to without it looking strange!"
Diane whoops as the other ladies wolf-whistle and clap. Diablo nibbles and sucks on the side of Blanca's neck and she closes her eyes, moaning quietly.
"Get a room!" Karla complains, but Blanca just flips her off jokingly as she and Diablo continue their public display of affection.
"What was the best regalo you ever got somebody?" Elena asks.
With pop music going in the background, after making dance videos to their favorite songs for YouTube, they're now playing Truth or Dare. Flaca had picked the first option. "A jewelry holder for Mari, 'cause her necklaces got stuck together," she responds with a smile.
Maritza beams, for that was her Christmas wish. Anything to keep her necklaces from tangling is a great present. Blanca was unfortunately never able to buy that gift for her, thanks to Dean.
"Your turn, princesa, ¿verdad o reto?" Flaca asks.
Truth or dare?
"Truth!"
"Copycat," she teases Maritza, who just rolls her eyes. "Okay, so what have you done in the past that no one in this room knows about?"
A shitload of prostitution, Maritza thinks bitterly. Then, she senses a blush coming on as she remembers a safer secret to spill. "Um, well you know how you're a real good bailarina?"
Flaca nods, smirking and fanning herself. "Mm-hm? Gracias, by the way!"
"¡De nada! So, one time at school, like in December before winter break, I saw you salsa dancing to conga music through a gym window…and I was like, wow, hot damn, she bangin'…I'm in love! This solidifies it, ya know? I've had a crush on you ever since, and I'm so blessed we're a couple now!"
"Aaaawww!" the other girls say in unison while grinning.
"Me too, baby!" Flaca's expression brightens even more and her cheeks are soon colored pink, almost a faded red. She lays a gentle kiss to the back of Maritza's hand and then they lock lips for a few moments before separating.
"That's just too romantic!" Katie gushes.
"Yeah!" the rest of them agree.
"Truth!" Daya blurts out before Maritza can even ask her.
"Okay, so what's the most messed up thing an adult's ever told you?"
Daya scowls. "It's a cross between this cop George Mendez claiming Armaria as his, just because I had sex with him to get him in trouble, and Cesar questioning me if I how I got my big breasts since my mom's are little."
"What an asshole! Such a gross question. If he said that to me, I'd have been like, 'I'm adopted, fuck face,'" Maritza comments strongly.
"Oh, I wish I could've come back with that, even though it'd be a lie, but I just said I inherited 'em from my dad. It's like this, okay? My mom used to accuse me of fucking Cesar, but then I really did do it to get back at her. While she was in prison, I found Cesar and two women cutting drugs in the kitchen. I slid up to him and kissed him. He did it back while eyeing his workers and then, he commanded they leave. I stripped off my jacket and he lifted me onto the counter. We made out as my baby sister Eva peered in. Christina gave me this horrified look and guided Eva away." Daya shakes her head and the others gape at her in disgusted shock. "He didn't even stop me...I know it's nasty, but I had to show her what I'm made of and that she can't mess with me."
"Yeah, but you proved Aleida right," Ceci states.
"I'd never be down with bein' my mom's boyfriend's personal puta," Maritza adds. "You ain't even a regular prostitute neither."
"Nah, I only did that as a 'fuck you' to Aleida 'cause the one time we visited, she didn't care what we were up to, she just asked about stupid-ass Cesar. Leon, too, but she didn't say nothin' about him havin' other women. He would've turned me down and told my mom in real deep concern, though, I know him. Plus, I don't want things to ever become awkward between us." The girls' faces turn into expressions of understanding. "Poussey, you're up next!"
"I'll do truth."
"Could ya share one piece of advice that you'd give a kid just starting middle school?"
Poussey grins. "Yeah, I got it! There's always gonna be drama, but the trick is to ignore it, don't worry about the people who you don't get along with, and just be happy with the friends who got your back and you love them the same amount! Life's too short to fight, live it happily and die laughin'!"
"Like Kissin' Kate Barlow did in Holes!" Taystee exclaims and the best friends twiddle each other's fingers.
"Oh, T, I hope you never lose your spark!"
"I won't, P." They share a secret handshake. Like the others, Taystee chooses truth instead of dare.
"Alright, so what have you overheard in the staff lounge?" Poussey asks. "Since you're the principal's secretary and all?"
"Caputo has a pet turtle...Bell and O'Neill say they got a new couch from JC Penney, but everyone knows it's from the curb...and one time, that dumbass counselor Healy yelled at Red for divorcing her husband and told her she was overreacting," Taystee answers.
"Oh, interesting...but Healy's so rude!" Elena comments.
"Yeah," the others grumble.
"Janae...truth or dare?"
"Dare!"
Taystee smirks. "Make up a rap off the top of your head."
"Yo I love crack...and I don't mean smack, I mean the snack, like round and brown, holes all around..." Janae grins proudly and the girls all laugh while slapping their thighs, clapping their hands, and clutching their chests. "Like those white people who whipped their slaves to the ground! Drown, motherfuckin' crackers, y'all lost your crowns!"
"Whoo-hoo!" everyone cheers.
"What's it gonna be, Katie?"
"Truth!"
Janae thinks for a moment. "What's the wackiest thing you've been roped into doing?"
"Flaritza, me and Daya getting the idea for Gloria and Fahri to date, even though it worked! When Gloria found out we set her up on a date with him, she was all like, 'Oh, don't even think about it!' Then later, she said, 'Okay, yeah, it sounds fun!'" Katie responds.
Then, Elena and Ceci both get dared to sing "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears. They're very good, and everyone is laughing and having fun.
"Give me a siiiiiign..." Elena croons.
"Hit me baby one more time!" Ceci finishes with a flourish and the other girls clap and cheer for the Mendoza sisters.
Ceci turns to the slightly older woman. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Shani responds with a mischievous smile.
"How about for our next movie, you take a shot every time-"
Shani's grin fades. "I can't, even if I'm over twenty-one, it's not appropriate. I shouldn't get drunk in front of you girls."
Ceci rolls her eyes. "We've all been out drinking, we just had one each at the Indigo Club when Alex was babysitting us, but don't tell anyone!"
"I won't!"
"Okay, thanks...then, ummm..." Ceci eyes a plate freshly made chocolate chip cookies and points to them. "Eat one...with ranch dressing slathered on top!"
"Eeeeww!" everyone else cries.
"That's nasty!" Shani complains.
Ceci giggles. "It's either that, or a spoonful of ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise!"
"Ugh, fine!" Shani gets up and opens the refrigerator. She takes out the ranch dressing and flips up the top. Then, she squeezes some out onto a cookie as the others look on with disgusted, amused expressions. Closing her eyes and wrinkling her nose, Shani takes a bite. They snicker as she chews and swallows while cringing. Afterwards, she bows and the teenagers applaud. She fills a glass with water and gulps it down, then picks up another cookie, but doesn't smother it with the unneeded condiment.
"Yaaaay!" Maritza shouts with pride. "¡Buen trabajo!"
Good job!
"Gracias," Shani murmurs, sitting back down. "Hey, Franziska...which option?"
"Truth!"
"Okay...how were you able to stay in the States?"
Franziska smirks. "I got emancipated and applied for NYU and the foreign exchange program, so I could be near Poussey. We'd chatted over social media, some little known site my ultra strict dad didn't know about called Bebo and commented on a picture Poussey posted on Flickr. All it took was a simple Google search! I also found her on MySpace." She shares a smooch with her girlfriend. The others look on, happy for them.
"Awesome! That's so sweet!" Shani comments, and the rest of the girls voice their agreement.
"Yeah, but I'm still on a curfew...my host family accepts me as a lesbian, that's the most important thing!"
"Mm-hm," everyone concurs.
"What's the most loco dream y'all have ever had?" Flaca asks.
Maritza waves dismissively. "Too many to count...but one that sticks to memory is me and this other girl on a double date, I think...my boyfriend was ignoring me...I forgot what he looked like. The guy she was with gave me a piggyback ride to a bus to go back home. When I got on said bus, I was suddenly naked. It actually took me to an art museum, and I curled into a ball in the corner. This faceless woman asked me why I was naked and handed me a kimono. I put it on and wrapped my arms around my knees, hugging them to my chest."
"Wow, that's strange!" Elena comments. "I had a strange, funny dream where I got up at three in the afternoon and I came downstairs into this living room that looked like it was owned by rich people. Mami was sitting on a brown and white expensive looking chaise lounge wearing a purple satin robe with her hair up in a bun and sipping red wine in a margarita glass. I don't remember what she said to me, but then Abuela came in wearing a tennis uniform or fitness clothing and a baseball cap with two brunette white teenage girls following her. They were wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt. I assumed they were troubled kids she was helping, and she braided some parts of one girl's hair and twisted it all up into a bun. Nobody seemed to really notice me. Then I woke up and was relieved to find out it wasn't that late!" She laughs and the group joins in.
"I dreamt that I was in an advertisement where some red-bearded white guy kept coming onto me either naked or in a dark blue bathrobe, and after he got rejected four times because I said I had a boyfriend, it showed me on a bike, riding away into the sunset with the words 'take a hike' across the screen!" Daya chimes in. They all cackle hysterically. "I think it was an advertisement...like, sometimes, you just gotta tell him to take a hike! It was a play on words as well since I was in shorts, a tank top, a hat with a ponytail sticking through the hole in the back, and hiking boots, and I had water with me!"
"Totally! Yo, I had this weird dream about my new radio gig at Martin Van Buren...I broke into Caputo's office. I took cookies from work on a top shelf, then when police said, 'ma'am you're arrested for breaking and entering-' I hightailed it outta there to the bus stop, but I was running slowly, and then I woke up!" Flaca informs them. The friends crack up.
"I had this crazy nightmare that a bunch of us had personal villains...I turned into Blanca for some reason, and I had to run upstairs with Mami so they would be downstairs, and they seemed to come one by one...Taystee was doing martial arts stuff with sticks like crossing them or something on maybe Piscatella, but they were in a blue and golden light, so I thought it was a dream within the dream, but then some guy, I couldn't recognize him, maybe a mix of Arturo and Dean...came upstairs. Mami, who turned into Katie for some reason, dove under the bed so he wouldn't see us. I was playing something on my phone and Katie was just laying there casually, but we were still grasping hands tightly and really scared...and then he found us, he couldn't fit under the bed...but I had my gun at the ready, only my finger couldn't quite press on the trigger since it was shaking. I screamed at Katie to help me, because he was also reaching for the gun slowly, so Katie, you and I both shot the bastard! He wasn't moving, so we cautiously crawled out of the bed and somehow got him on top of my bed...he twitched once so I smashed his face in with a huge bowling pin I got for my birthday and he became a bloody mess of skull and bones!"
"Oh, wow, we're pretty badass!" Katie states, high-fiving Ceci. "Still, that must've been frightening..."
"Mm-hm," the clique agrees.
"Then, we went downstairs, and everyone else was casually chatting with who we thought were their 'villains', but it turned out they were actually just guys who dumped their girls and they were trying to get back together or something...and Katie turned back into Mami at the end!"
"That's certainly quite an imagination y'all got there!" Taystee comments. "I'd love to beat up Piscatella!"
"Who wouldn't?" Poussey asks rhetorically, and they giggle together while doing their famous handshake.
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