Drunk in Trouble
1106 Words
“I’m almost at your place, so don’t hang up.”
“Alright.”
Suddenly, Wailey walked into Delilah’s room.
“Who are you talking to?”
“Romina.”
“What? Give me the phone!"
Before she could stop him, he snatched it and walked out.
“Wailey! Give it back!”
“Sorry sis, I need to borrow your phone.”
“Don’t you have your own?”
“I do. "But I like yours better,” he said smugly, locking himself in his room.
On the other end, Romina was grinning.
“Wailey, why’d you do that?”
“Don’t mind her. "All she can do is scream,” he chuckled, then added, “So... how did the interview go?”
“It went great."
“Where are we celebrating?”
“Not sure yet."
“Well, I need to see that pretty face again.”
Romina’s cheeks flushed. “Stop flirting with me, little boy.”
“Please, I know you’re loving every seconds"
“Who told you that?”
“Are you coming over?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sitting in the front seat so I can stare at your face the whole ride.”
“Pity your future girlfriend.”
“That’s you.”
“In your dreams.”
“Romi,” he said of her name in a low, teasing voice.
Damn, Romina thought. Why does it feel so good when he says my name? Does his mouth drip honey or something?
“As the most handsome guy in Washington, what did you expect?”
“Boy, please. You’re not even half as fine as Roman.”
“Excuse me?! I’m way hotter than that old dude.”
“He’s 26, not ancient!”
“Whatever. I’m done. I’ll give the phone back.”
“I’m already at your door.”
The doorbell rang.
He opened the door. “Hi,” Romina smiled, ending the call as she stepped inside and headed straight to Delilah’s room.
“Where’s your mom?"
“At work,” Delilah replied.
“Here, take your phone.” Wailey tossed it back at his sister and dipped from the room.
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“I’m done packing. Let’s go,” Delilah said, dragging Romina by the hand with one hand and grabbing her luggage with the other.
“Wait—I can’t come with you. I’ve got something to do at my friend’s house.”
“A guy or a girl?” Romina asked, smirking.
“A girl! Boys are useless. No curves, no boobs. Bye!”
Romina just laughed, Delilah shaking her head. Sometimes she wondered if he was really her biological brother.
Fast Forward*
~C-me Bar~
“I can’t wait to go to work tomorrow,” Delilah slurred, clearly drunk.
“Me too,” Romina echoed, even worse off—though she’d only had two glasses of a drink with 100% alcohol, while Delilah had downed six.
Romina was lazily swinging her head from side to side when her blurry eyes caught something—or someone.
“Delilah, baby,” she whispered, squinting.
“Hmm?” Delilah hummed, not even lifting her head.
“Is that not your boss?” Romina asked, making a telescope out of her fingers and trying to zoom in.
“Wait... Roman’s there too,” Delilah gasped, sitting up and squinting towards the lounge area. Sure enough, there were Roman and Dylan, seated together.
“Baby Deli, do I look hot enough to seduce Roman?”
Delilah blinked at her and smiled drunkenly. “Yes, darling, you’re very hot. Go get your man. I got your back.”
Romina grinned, nodded dramatically, and staggered to her feet like she was heading into battle.
“Be careful!” Delilah called after her.
Romina just gave a thumbs up and tottered toward Roman and Dylan’s table.
“Hi, handsome,” she purred at Roman, leaning onto their table with a sheepish smile.
Roman blinked. He recognized her—it was one of the girls he interviewed earlier today. But why could he even remember her face? That wasn’t like him.
“Is she drunk?” Dylan laughed, sipping his drink.
“Hey you!” Romina pointed directly at Dylan.
“Move it!”
Like he was hypnotized, Dylan stood and moved aside, leaving her to sit directly in front of Roman. Dylan took the seat opposite them, way too entertained to leave now.
Romina leaned in, her eyes glassy.
“I look hot to you, right?"
Roman gave her a look. The blank, cold kind that could kill a vibe instantly.
“You... don’t like me anymore?” she asked, her voice cracking—and then suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes.
People around started whispering.
“Wait… did Roman date her?”
“Aww, poor girl. Dating that ice cube of a man must’ve been rough.”
Roman pinched the bridge of his nose, already exhausted.
“Answer me,” Romina sniffled. “Do you still like me?”
Roman raised an eyebrow. “Do I even know you?”
Romina gasped like he’d slapped her.
“You don’t remember me... after taking my virginity?” she wailed—louder this time.
The entire place went silent.
Then came Delilah with her own entrance, stomping in like a storm.
“You stupid jerk! You broke my best friend’s heart!” she shouted, marching straight up to Roman—and without hesitation, she slapped him across the face.
The sound echoed.
Dylan sat up, stunned. He recognized her now—his brand-new secretary. Wild, beautiful... and clearly a chaotic drunk.
“Deli, baby, don’t hit his handsome face,” Romina cried. “It makes me even sadder... it’s okay. He doesn’t want me anymore.”
She tried to stand, swayed, and nearly hit the floor. Roman, reacting on instinct, reached out to steady her. But she slapped his hand away dramatically.
Then she crouched low, gripping her knees before staggering upright again.
Just as she wobbled forward, Roman caught her by the shoulders and helped her stay
on her feet.
“I really like—” she started, then stopped. Her mouth twisted.
“Don’t do it,” Roman warned.
“Don’t you dare—”
And then—she did it.
She vomited all over him. Everything she had eaten and drank that night came pouring out—right on his expensive, tailored suit.
“What the f**k?!” Roman yelled, backing away and immediately letting her go.
Romina collapsed to the floor beside her own mess, still dazed, still swaying, like the night wasn’t done with her yet.
- Writer
