Episode fanfic title: Midnight Margaritas, bitches!

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Cassandra's POV: 

I suddenly opened my eyes with a smirk and noticed it was 10 P.M., giving me a moment to consider my next move before I turned to face Razer. My heart raced as I watched him, sleeping soundly in the shared bed of mine, I couldn't help but softly smile at him—but then I remembered something. 

'I need to get drunk.' I mentally chuckled at the thought before I slowly got out of bed, without waking up the poor alien man that "I love so much's" sleep, and carefully tiptoed across the room. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting soft shadows as I navigated to the bathroom from going underneath the sink to reveal a stash of alcoholic beverages in a big bag. 

Worried a bit, I glanced at Razer's sleeping form in hopes he wouldn't hear it and used my power ring to lift it carefully, stood up, opened it, and was greeted by a rush of cool air as I scanned its contents.

My gaze fell on a half-empty bottle of whiskey from our latest intergalactic gathering. A soft chuckle escaped me as I remembered my mom's horrified reaction to finding my liquor stash under my bed. The memory amused me, but I kept it low-key to avoid disturbing Razer's beauty sleep.

As I embraced the quiet of the night, I took a deep breath, savoring the rich aroma before sipping. The thought of inviting Kia crossed my mind, and I decided, 'I need to get her.' Without hesitation, I tiptoed out, hacking the sliding doors without Aya noticing.

Once I got out, a sigh of relief escaped my lips, and began my search for my best friend. Finally, I found her room and hacked the door to slide open, proudly smirking at my achievement: 'Sneaking into Kia's room was too easy.' 

I thought with a snicker and quietly placed the box of alcoholic beverages near the door at the corner of the room by tiptoeing my way toward Kia's bed. I startled her by shaking her shoulder gently: "Wakey, wakey!" 

"Qué carajó? Cassie!" She groaned tiredly and covered herself with her blanket but I pulled it off and immediately got close to her by trying to wake her up, "Come on, sleepyhead! It's time to party!" I teased, my excitement bubbling over as I bounced on the edge of her bed. 

Her groggy expression was too priceless to resist, and I couldn't help but chuckle. She squinted at me, her hair a wild mess of curls framing her face, "Are you insane? It's like, what, three in the morning?" she mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Exactly! It's the perfect time to celebrate, Kia! I brought the good stuff!" I exclaimed, pointing dramatically at the box by the door, a grin on my face. "Tonight is going to be legendary!"

Kia, still wrapped in her blanket like a burrito, was asleep when an idea struck me. I whispered in her ear, "Wanna make some Midnight Margaritas?" She slowly opened her eyes, a smug grin spreading across her face, and got up to check her closet.

I gasped in delight at the sight of countless bottles of rum, liquor, wine, and vodka. We exchanged mischievous smiles as we prepared for our escape. Outside our rooms, we ensured no one was awake, needing to act quickly to avoid being caught by Aya.

Kia used her power ring to lift a large bag while I lifted a box filled with every alcohol bottle we could find. We quietly flew to the kitchen, locking the doors behind us. Thanks to our hacking skills, Aya was oblivious. 

I placed half the liquors on the counter while Kia gathered the rest of the ingredients from the fridge, reading them aloud. Soon, we blended everything and set out snacks for our mini-party. We started with a song from the Practical Magic scene of 'Midnight Margaritas' and began to feel the beat.

https://youtu.be/TsSuueEGQSM

We found ourselves tipsy and filled with laughter, dancing joyfully in the kitchen while we continued to mix more of our favorite Midnight Margaritas. As we swayed to the music, lost in the moment, Kia suddenly snapped her fingers to get my attention and called me over to join her in the fun.

"Let's~ put ENHYPEN!" She slurred and hiccuped a bit, to which I tiredly nodded as I went over to my phone to press the microphone icon button on YouTube and said, "ENHYPED: Drunk-Dazed"

https://youtu.be/Fc7-Oe0tj5k

As the first notes of "Drunk-Dazed" filled the air, we instantly transformed into choreographers, lost in our own little world. The catchy beat propelled us deeper into our silly dance routine, arms flailing and laughter bubbling from deep within. 

Kia tested the waters with a spin, nearly stumbling but catching herself before she took a tumble into our collection of mismatched kitchen chairs. "Whoa there, dancer!" I chuckled, giving her a playful nudge. 

She shot me a cheeky grin, eyes sparkling with mischief, and gestured grandly to the empty space in front of her, inviting me to join the madness. I stepped forward, the margarita warmth amplifying my confidence as I mirrored her movements, we were an unstoppable duo of rhythm and joy.

"More spirit!" she yelled. Partying loudly in the soundproof kitchen while also singing the lyrics of ENHYPEN: a drunk-dazed song like it was no tomorrow.

I quickly stood on top of the kitchen counter without breaking a single glass or any snacks falling on the floor and sexily danced like a stripper as Kia pretended to be singing and Dj-ing. Then I got down to motion her to do the final choreography, she agreed and we began doing it. 

"Let's put another song, girl!" 

"Okidoki!" We felt so relaxed that I stumbled over my two left feet and tripped to the floor with a laugh before I pressed another song called: 'Side to Side.'

https://youtu.be/h0JrKnBE3nI

After dancing, we both laughed and started singing our song: "I've been here all night~"

"I've been here all day~" We drunkenly sang and rushed over to the kitchen counters to take a bottle of rum as our makeshift microphone to continue by walking closer to each other. Kia drunkenly swayed her hips from side to side as I did the same.

Time passed, the song ended and we changed it with another Ariana Grande song called: '7 Rings'.

https://youtu.be/QYh6mYIJG2Y

As two adult women who don't give a damn about what the guys might think of us in the morning but we can say that it's gonna be worth it. Dancing together, our laughter filling the air as they sway wildly to the music. 

Kia was wearing a colorful neon green and orange pajama that said 'Ka-POW' while mine was a one-piece red with white bunny pajamas. Our hair swings freely, some strands falling across our faces as we lose ourselves in the rhythm.

With drinks in hand, we stumble playfully, sometimes leaning on each other for support, cheeks flushed with excitement and perhaps a little too much to drink. The music pulses through the room, and we mirror each other's energy, spinning and twirling with abandon.

Every now and then, one of us breaks into a dramatic move—a twirl or a silly pose—prompting the other to mimic her with exaggerated enthusiasm, both of them erupting into giggles. 

The atmosphere is infectious, filled with joy and a sense of freedom, while enjoying the moment of each other's company, reveling in their carefree nighttime adventure as we continue dancing, singing, and drinking the rest of the night until...

We passed out.

⁅‗‗‗‗‗‗‗𝟖:𝟑𝟓 𝐀.𝐌.‗‗‗‗‗‗‗⁆

In the morning...

Razer opened his eyes, got up, and took a shower. As he was about to call Cassie to let her know the bathroom was free, he noticed she wasn't in bed. Confused, he assumed she had gone for breakfast and dismissed it.

After donning his red lantern suit, he left the shared room and headed to the dining table, where Hal and Kilowog were already eating. They smiled at him. "Morning, Razer. Sleep well?" 

Razer nodded and sat across from them. "As well as one can," he replied, recalling the emotional turmoil of his dreams. Aya had placed raw alien meat on the table as he reached for his plate while Kilowog ate grubs and Hal had leftover cereal.

"Has anyone seen Cassandra?" Razer asked suddenly. Hal, distracted by his coffee, raised an eyebrow. "No, I haven't seen Cassie. She probably woke up early and went to Kia for something urgent, focused on... whatever they're working on."

Kilowog chuckled and slapped the table. "Probably training or tinkering with their tech." Aya walked in and greeted them, "Good morning Hal Jordan, Kilowog, and Razer."

"Morning, Aya." Hal responded before asking, "Hey, have you seen Cassie and Kia?" "Last I checked, around 3 o'clock, they exited their quarters and headed to the kitchen, and haven't left since." The guys exchanged suspicious glances, with Hal continuing, "That's weird. What could they be doing in the kitchen?"

Razer stood up, "Let's see what they're up to." They agreed, rising to investigate, only to find the kitchen door locked from the inside. Aya examined it and said, "Looks like they hacked the kitchen doors." She furrowed her brows, adding, "I'll get this open in 2.3 seconds."

After successfully bypassing the security, Aya opened the kitchen doors to reveal an unexpected scene. The smell of alcohol overwhelmed everyone but Aya. When they turned on the lights, shock filled their faces. 

"Ugh, what is that smell, Jordan?" Kilowog pinched his nose, while Razer grimaced in disgust, "I smell awful and intoxicating." Which Hal shakes his head in disappointment and says, "That... is the smell of midnight margaritas."

"What are 'Midnight Margaritas'?" Razer asked, confused. Aya explained, "Kia told me a few weeks ago that Midnight Margaritas are lively cocktails that blend classic margarita flavors with a unique twist, often associated with lively nighttime celebrations."

"In short, they're drinks that can easily get you drunk," Hal said, gesturing to the two women sprawled unconscious on the metallic floor. Cassie had tousled brown hair with turquoise tips framing her face and wore a tight-fitting red romper with white bunnies that made Razer swallow hard in surprise and irritation at her exposed skin.

Shifting his gaze from Cassie to Kia, he noticed that she was dressed in bright neon green shorts and an orange pajama top that screamed "Ka-POW." Lying with one arm draped over her head and the other stretched out beside her, their faces both flushed, they slept soundly, not even disturbed by the sound of their voices.

"Isn't it a good comment to say that I find this amusing?" Aya suddenly commented, causing Cassie to suddenly sit up and quickly hit the first person she saw, her Uncle Hal Jordan, against the wall with her power ring before falling back to the floor.

Kilowog ran up to him and asked, "You ok?" 

"Ngh, never better." He gets lifted up by his friend to continue answering, "Just being punched in the stomach by a niece like Cassie is NEVER a good thing. I swear, when did she get so strong?" Hal muttered, rubbing his stomach as he turned to the still-snoring duo sprawled across the kitchen floor. 

Razer crossed his arms, looking down at Cassie and Kia, his expression somewhere between exasperation and concern, "So this is how they spend their time when they're not terrorizing us with missions?" 

"Clearly, they needed a break," Hal replied, trying to grin through the pain. "But the next time they need a break, I'd prefer not to be their punching bag!" 

Kilowog chuckled deeply, shaking his head, "Hehe, ya gotta admire their commitment to chaos, though. Those uh...Midnight Margaritas, ya humans call it, and a kitchen takeover? That's one hell of a concoction." He leaned closer, catching a better whiff of the air, "But man, that smell could wake the dead. You'd think they were brewing potions or something."

Aya stepped inside, "It is a miracle they didn't set off any alarms or destroyed anything. I can only imagine what kind of kitchen disaster they left behind," she remarked, searching for evidence of their escapade. 

While brushing past the barrels of half-empty margarita mix, Razer's brow furrowed as he surveyed the chaotic scene. Broken glass scattered across the floor, remnants of colorful cocktail ingredients painted on the countertops, and stray bits of fruit lounged around like unwelcome guests. 

"What a disaster," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. Kilowog bent down, momentarily distracted by a lime floaty that had somehow found its way to the floor. "Hey, look at this! Did they try to make decorations or something?" He laughed, holding it up. 

Hal chuckled, though still wincing from where Cassie had hit him. "More like a medal of their incompetence. We should've expected chaos if they were in charge of the kitchen." He squinted at the empty bottles piled haphazardly in a corner. "You want to talk commitment? They really went all out." 

Aya stepped over a trail of sticky footprints, as she tried to clean up a spill with her boots: "Interesting, sort of speak," Kilowog goes over to Kia and puts her over his shoulder by taking her to her room while Hal and Aya began cleaning the mess. 

As for Razer, he walked over to Cassie, still sprawled comfortably on the floor, her mouth slightly agape as she snored softly; Oblivious to what was happening around her, he lifted her and took her to their shared-bedroom where he placed her sleeping form on the bed.

Not before noticing a strand of her brown hair with turquoise endings was over her eyes, he couldn't help but lift one away behind her ear while admiring her face closely: "Beautiful..." He whispers breathlessly and leaves the room. 

Unknown to him, Cassie heard it before snuggling closer to the bed with a bright smile on her face.

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Around 3 pm, Cassie came out tiredly while Kia yawned loudly a "good afternoon" before showcasing their clothes: below is Cassie's clothes and her hair is short to her shoulders!*👇🏻

Cassie donned a black crop top with ripped black jeans, fishnet stockings, a denim jacket, and black combat boots, while Kia wore a white fuzzy crop sweater with denim shorts, matching fishnet stockings, and black knee-length socks with sneakers.

As soon as Cassie sat next to Razer, and Kia sitting next to Aya, Kilowog took notice of how much trouble the girls were right now since he, the red lantern nor the AI haven't seen Hal look so pissed in his life as a Green Lantern.

"Okay, I got so many questions, and I don't know if I'm going to like it." Hal narrowed his eyes down at the two girls, who were playing with their hair and power rings as a way to lessen the awkwardness, "Why did you both get drunk?"

Kia stayed silent.

So did Cassie, who whistled a tune to calm her nerves until her Uncle sighed, "You both know that you're both in trouble, right?" Cassie fiddled with the ring on her finger, the blue light casting playful shadows on her face, "It was just one drink," she finally mumbled, her eyes darting away from Hal's piercing gaze. "Okay, maybe two... or three?"

Kia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms defensively. "It was a victory celebration! We had a reason to unwind!" she shot back with confidence, unwavering under her friend's uncle's intense scrutiny, as Aya handed the girls two pills for each of their headaches and a glass of water to share.

"Thanks/Gracias, Aya." The AI female nods, watching the scene unfold as he rubs the bridge of his nose, struggling with frustration. "A celebration? It can go south fast when you're drinking 46, no, 60 glasses of Midnight Margaritas in one night!" 

Kilowog raises an eyebrow in surprise at how many drinks his co-worker counted, while Razer continues to glare at Cassie's back, frustrated by her idiocy on drinking like that:

"As of now, you both are GROUNDED until you both learn your lessons as you both promise to never do it again, is that understood?" At this point, Cassie and Kia rolled their eyes as they were unfazed by the threat but still, they both knew that it was bound to happen so they nodded and said: 

"Yes, sir." Once the matter was addressed, it was clear that no one was willing to comment or discuss it for the rest of the ride in the Interceptor.