That's right, I already had this saved in my Word document. And the one-shot "Let it Out" by "Rafaelhistoriadecentes" gave me the ideas and inspiration to write it.
Just so you know, this fic contains homophobic, xenophobic, racist jokes, and a lot of Mexican slang. If you're one of those "snowflake" who doesn't like Deadpool, you can go screw yourselves.
I'm sorry about that, it just came out naturally.
Furry or Anthro version. You decide.
And trust me that I doubt it to publish it on English since this is a fanfic with jokes and criticism at Latin America. Then I saw that the importante es The Romance! So let give it a try. I don't lose nothing.
Chilli's apartment was a burst of colors and aromas. The walls, painted in warm shades of orange and red, seemed to vibrate with her energy. In the kitchen, an eclectic collection of spices and dried chilis adorned the shelves, a silent testament to Chilli's culinary passion.
Chilli, an orange-coated Heeler, moved through the apartment with the grace of someone accustomed to dodging trees in the forest. Her square but athletic figure swayed to the rhythm of a spicy salsa playing on the radio. She had watched many videos on Indian and Mexican cuisine to fuel her fascination with spicy food.
As she applied cherry-red lipstick in front of the hallway mirror, Chilli couldn't help but smile. The night promised to be special. Not only was it Friday, but it also marked the beginning of her vacation: two weeks free from the demands of school. Two weeks to experiment with new recipes, to live, to...
The doorbell interrupted her thoughts. With a shout of "Coming!", Chilli hurried to the door, her heels clattering against the wooden floor. When she opened it, she came face to face with a whirlwind of energy.
Frisky, her best friend from college, burst in like a gust of spring wind.
"Chilli, darling!" exclaimed Frisky, wrapping her friend in a hug that smelled of jasmine and freshly pressed fabric. "Are you ready to set this town on fire?"
Chilli laughed, caught up in her friend's enthusiasm. "More than ready. I've been waiting for this night all week."
"I've been waiting for this night all week," Frisky mockingly mimicked her. "You didn't even say that with excitement. It sounded like a nun was answering me."
Frisky pulled back from the hug and looked Chilli up and down, nodding in approval. "That dress is criminal, girl. You're going to break some hearts tonight."
The dress in question was, of course, borrowed from Frisky. A short, deep red dress that fit Chilli's curves perfectly, with a neckline that teased more than it revealed and a hem that flirted dangerously with decency.
"All thanks to you," Chilli responded, playfully spinning around. "You're a witch with the needle and thread," she joked.
Frisky waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, shut up, bitch. I just make the clothes; you're the one who makes them look like you're a slut."
Chilli just laughed. Those words were routine between the two friends. Insulting each other was their way of showing affection. Yes, two absolutely irresistible bitches.
The friends headed to the kitchen, where Chilli had prepared a selection of appetizers to kick off the night. On the counter, a cheese and charcuterie board shared space with a bowl of homemade guacamole and tortilla chips.
"Oh my God," moaned Frisky, tasting the guacamole. "Chilli, this is divine. What's your secret?"
Chilli winked as she poured two glasses of red wine. "A pinch of cumin and a touch of habanero chili. Just enough to give your tongue a tingle, but not so much that you need a fire extinguisher."
"Oh, it is," Frisky confirmed with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I went last week for the grand opening. The décor is amazing, the music is great, and the cocktails… Chilli, they have a cocktail called 'Kiss of Fire' that I swear was made with you in mind."
"Oh, really?" Chilli asked, intrigued. "Tell me more."
"It's tequila infused with chili, lime juice, a touch of agave syrup, and cilantro foam," Frisky explained. "They serve it in a glass rimmed with chili salt. It's like someone captured your essence in a cup."
Chilli's mouth watered. "That sounds incredible. I definitely have to try it."
"Oh, you will," Frisky assured her with a playful smile. "In fact, I plan on making sure you try several. Tonight is for celebrating, remember? Two weeks of freedom for you, and I just closed a deal to design the costumes for a new play. We deserve to go a little wild."
Chilli nodded, feeling the excitement bubble up inside her. "You're right. But remember, no tequila after the third drink. Last time we overdid it with tequila…"
"I know, I know," Frisky interrupted, laughing. "We ended up in that dive karaoke bar singing 'La Chona' at the top of our lungs. Although, to be fair, our version wasn't that bad."
"Speak for yourself," Chilli grumbled, though she couldn't help but smile at the memory. "I sounded like I was torturing a cat. No wonder it went extinct."
The two friends laughed, the sound of their joy filling the apartment. Chilli looked at Frisky, feeling a wave of affection. They had been friends ever since the first day they met when Chilli had accidentally spilled her coffee over Frisky's sketchbook. Instead of getting angry, Frisky had helped her and invited Chilli for another coffee to make up for it. Since then, they had been inseparable.
"What are you thinking about?" Frisky asked, noticing her friend's thoughtful expression.
Chilli smiled, snapping out of her memories. "Just how lucky I am to have you as a friend. You're like… like the chili in my life. You add flavor, heat, and a touch of craziness to everything."
Frisky blinked, surprised by the sudden display of affection. Then, a soft smile spread across her face. "And you're the salt in mine. You make everything tastier and more interesting."
They looked at each other for a moment, and once again, Chilli felt that strange flip in her heart. But before she could examine the feeling, Frisky clapped her hands, breaking the moment.
"Well, enough with the sentimentality!" she exclaimed. "It's time for these girls to go take on the world. Or at least, drink it."
Chilli laughed, grateful for the change of topic. "You're right. Just let me grab my purse, and we'll be ready to go."
As Chilli headed to her room, Frisky watched her with an unreadable expression on her face. For a moment, it looked like she was going to say something, but then she shook her head and took another sip of her wine.
Minutes later, the two friends walked out of the apartment, ready for a night of fun and, perhaps, though neither of them knew it yet, discoveries that would change their lives forever.