Part two of "One, Two, Three, Drink!"

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One, Two, Three, Drunk!

"No, no, no, NO!" Dean protested as Naomi, Lana, Alexa, and Nia all danced their way through his hotel suite door in their pajamas, each carrying wine bottles in both hands. "No more people!" The twins had apparently called in back up for the girls night they had planned for Monet.

A clearly buzzed Nikki and Monet skipped into the front room of the suite excitedly after hearing the fuss Dean was making. The women all hugged and squealed over each other as if they had not seen each other in years, much to the annoyance of Dean. The women paid Dean no mind and quickly got settled in the front room, each of them taking a seat on the love-seat or chair.

"Well," Dean said, finishing off the beer in his hand that Brie had practically forced him to drink. It was his fifth one. He was pretty sure Brie was trying to get him to let his guard down. "I believe it has been well over two hours, so I'm going to bed—"

"No you're not, Ambrose," Nikki said. "The fun has just started and you have been a buzzkill all night, so if you don't mind, please go into the kitchen, grab some wine glasses and get your ass in here….please."

"Well, Nikki," Dean retorted in a sickeningly sweet voice with his hands clasped together. "I do mind, so like I said, I'm—"

"Please, Dean-Pie!" Monet said sadly, which came as a surprise to both Dean and Nikki. "Just have some fun with us for a little bit. Pleeeease."

Monet and Dean's relationship was complicated. They absolutely hated each other, but even Dean could admit that Monet was adorable at times. Maybe it was the buzz that he was getting from the beer, or the fact that at this point, Monet had drank so much wine that she was clearly not in her right mind, but he couldn't bring himself to say no. His time with her for the night was up, but in her current state, she was his responsibility….plus Roman would kill him if he ever found out that not only did he let Monet drink as much as she had, but he then left her alone with women that he knew could only get her into trouble.

"Fine," Dean replied with a sigh as he ran a hand over his face. "But only for a little longer. I mean it, Brat."

Monet squealed loudly and wrapped her arms tightly around Dean's waist. Dean just rolled his eyes and stiffly patted her on the head like puppy that could turn ferocious at any moment.

"Alright everyone!" Lana yelled loudly. "Let's put on some music and let's get this girls night started right!"

The girls all cheered and took big swigs of whatever drink they were holding in their hands.

I'm regretting this already, Dean thought to himself.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

As the night went on, the ladies and Dean all started to feel the alcohol more. Pop music blared through a bluetooth speaker connected to Nikki's phone. Lana was dancing on a coffee table with Naomi while Nikki, Alexa, and Monet were sitting on sofa cushions on the floor huddled around Monet's phone. They were looking up fun things to do during a girls night, and at this point, they were willing to do anything. Nia, Brie, and Dean were squished together on a love seat that was clearly not big enough for the three of them, but it seemed that none of them minded. They were all full of alcohol and were too busy having some incoherent discussion about how Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead were both a part of the same universe.

"I got it!" Nikki said suddenly, shutting of the loud music on her phone. Everyone's attention was now on her.

"Three words," she said excitedly. "Truth. Or. Dare."

"Fuck yeah!" Monet drunkenly yelled at the same time Dean had yelled, "Fuck no!"