When they arrived to the hotel, Nicki headed straight for her room and SB to his. She planned on sleeping her night away, but that didn't happen. As she lay on her bed, her blackberry rang. It was Drake.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hey Nick, you busy tonight?" He asked, knowing what she'd say.
"No, why? What's up?"
"Erybody meetin' up in Wayne's tour bus. We just havin' a lil' get together. You know? So erybody can catch up and shit. You down?"
Nicki sprang up. "Of course! I have to be!" She said smiling. "It's rare that we all get together like this."
"True. I'll meet you down there. You leavin' now?" Drake asked.
"No, I need to shower first. Give me an hour, I'll be there."
"Ard, see you love." Nicki hung up and went to the closet. She picked out a beautiful red dress that showed every curve on her body. After she showered, she went to get SB and they both headed for Wayne's bus parked outside the hotel. T-Streets, Gudda, Millz and Mack stood outside smoking as Nicki and SB approached the bus.
"Hey sis!" Yelled Gudda.
"Baby bruh!!" She said going up to hug him.
"Damn girl! You tryna get'chu some tonight ain'tchu?" Asked T-Streets.
"Shut up!" She said as she giggled and hugged Jae Millz. Safaree shook hands with Streets, Millz, Mack and Gudda before going in the bus.
"Is Drake here yet?" Jae nodded his head and Nicki headed in.
"WAYNE!!" She yelled holding out her arms. He stood and gave her a hug. She saw Drake and went over to sit next to him.
"Hey Nick. I'm glad you made it." He said.
"Me too, sorry I'm late though."
"It's cool." Drake said. After they talked for a while, Jae, T-Streets, Mack Maine and Gudda Gudda came back on the bus.
"Partay Tiiime!!" Shouted Streets, who was already drunk.
"Sitcho tail down boy!" Yelled Shanelle as she laughed. Everybody sat around the table towards the back of the bus. Wayne suggested they play some drinking games.
"What?! Uh no, I'm sorry you know I don't drink you guys." Nicki said. "I'ma sit this one out."
"No you not!" Said Wayne.
"Oh yes I am." Wayne handed her a shot glass.
"What is it?"
"Patron." Said Wayne. All eyes were on Nicki.
"Oh my gosh! Peer pressure much?" She laughed. Nicki grabbed the shot glass and took it to the head. *pauz*
Everyone started laughing hysterically as Nicki made a sour face; puckering her lips and closing one eye. She started to cough and Birdman patted her on the back.
"You a'ight Barbie?" He asked.
"Yea, I'm good..."
"I knew she couldn't handle it." Tyga chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.
Nicki side-eyed him. "Hit me with one more!"
Wayne had warned her about drinking different liquors in the same night, but before they knew it, she had four shots of Patron, two glasses of Ciroc, three shots of Vodka and a taste of Hennessy. Nicki was wasted. It was getting late and everyone was preparing to head back to their rooms. SB had already left before Nicki had had her third shot of Patron. He told Drake to make sure she got to her room safely. Nicki could barely walk. She stumbled off the bus so Drake carried her back to the hotel. While on the elevator, Nicki was hysterically laughing at the littlest things.
"Oh my God, look at everybody! They look like ants!" She said pointing to the people in the lobby area as the elevator went up. She started pushing random buttons so the elevator was forced to stop at every floor. Drake couldn't keep a straight face, he laughed at the way she was acting. He'd never seen her like this before. When they reached the penthouse, Nicki tripped off the elevator.
"You ok?" Drake asked.
"Yea, yea I'm okaaay!" She sang. Drake smiled and picked her up. He helped her to her room, but he couldn't just leave her there alone so he helped her inside. She plopped face first on the couch and without looking, tried to unbuckle her pump. Drake watched her struggle to take off her shoe so he went over to help.
"I got it." Nicki let go of her ankle and let Drake take over. After he took off her shoes, he headed for the door.
"Waaiit!" She blurted out. "I can't sleep in this!" She said, tugging at her red dress. "It'll get stuck to my skin!"
Drake couldn't do anything, but laugh. "No it won't Nicki."
"Yes huh..." Drake walked over to her closet and found a big, baggy tee shirt. He made his way over to Nicki and helped her out of her dress. He then put the shirt on her and tried to walk away. Nicki grabbed his wrist.
"Don't leave me Drake." She said, resting her head on the arm of the couch.
"Sit with me." Drake sat next to her on the couch.
"I can't stay long."
"Me either." Nicki said as Drake chuckled and told her, "I'm leaving when you fall asleep, ok?" Nicki pulled him close to her.
"What'chu doin'?" Nicki didn't answer, she just stared at him. "Nicki?" He asked.
"Lay down, I don't want you to fall." She said with heavy eyelids. Drake had a puzzled look on his face. He knew Nicki was just talking nonsense now. He shook his head and lay it on her bare thighs. He figured she'd fall asleep soon. Drake watched the clock until he started to doze off. Nicki was silent for a while so he assumed she had fallen asleep, until he heard her mumbling.
"Mmm... please Drake?" She said sleepily, with her eyes closed. She lightly started to rub her left hand on the back of Drake's head. He lifted his head off of Nicki's thighs and looked at her, her lips half parted.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Please?" She softly ran her right hand down her stomach when Drake finally caught on. She started to slowly remove her panties; edging them off her hips with her thumbs. Drake hesitantly took it from there. his smooth hands slowly traveled up the back of her thighs. He then began to pull down her drenched Vicky Secret's. Laying on her back, Nicki placed her hands on the back of Drake's head. He looked up at her as she pulled herself closer to him. She then rested her hands above her head on the arm of the couch. Drake licked his soft, pink lips then started kissing her thighs. He tucked his left hand under Nicki's right knee and slowly lifted it up off the sofa. Nicki furrowed her brow and bit her bottom lip. She could feel Drake breathing on her center as he moved closer to her clit. Her body begged him to stop being a tease. Drake slowed down until he came to a complete stop. He set her leg back on the couch and Nicki opened her eyes as Drake sat up, his feet now on the floor.
"What's wrong?" She asked with worry written all over her face. She was searching Drake's face with her eyes for the answer.
"I can't do this." He said, looking at her.
"Whyyy?" She whined, poking out her bottom lip.
"You're drunk Nicki. I'm not about to have sex with you. Not like this." He stood up and handed her her panties.
"But Drake, it's only for one night."
"Exactly..." He looked at Nick one final time and walked out. He felt like he was taking advantage of her so he stopped before he did something he'd regret. Nicki watched him as he shut the door behind him. She reached for a couch pillow and curled up with it. She began to drift off 'til she was fast asleep.