Savannah and Delilah walked in the club and there was already so many people there. The building was split into two levels. The music, drinks, and dancing were upstairs. The play areas for more of a hands on experience or voyeurism were downstairs. Savannah hoped by the end of the night, her and Delilah could venture downstairs. For now the pair were upstairs listening to music and taking shots. Delilah wanted to tap out. If it wasn't wine she wasn't a huge drinker and her limit was quickly approaching.

"I'm done." Delilah said after swallowing the last glass of poison.

"Oh hell no." Savannah laughed. "The night just started, D."

"We can come back to it, but I need a break." Delilah said. She already felt the alcohol coursing through her system.

"Okay cool. Let's dance." Savannah grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor.

Delilah was actually a great dancer. When she was younger, her papa would turn on the radio every morning while he made her breakfast and they'd dance in the kitchen, sometimes for hours. It was one of her favorite childhood memories. Since then she hadn't danced very much but it never left her. She still had moves, moves that Savannah loved. She danced against Delilah. Both of them swaying and grinding to the beat. Savannah got a little too touchy. Delilah laughed and grabbed her hands.

"Hands off." Delilah whispered in her ear.

Savannah smirked. "Yes, ma'am."

They danced to a few more songs before heading back to the bar. Delilah was already drunk and so her inhibitions were low, basically nonexistent, at this point. Still for being as drunk as she felt, she held her liquor very well. You couldn't tell just by looking at her.

"Ready for another round?" Savannah asked?

"Why not?" Delilah sat on the stool and looked around. There were some very beautiful women in the club. This was okay. She could look. Emma said she could. Old habits are hard to break and this habit was not breaking any rules. She was a good girlfriend. "I'm a good girlfriend." Delilah said aloud while still looking around.

Savannah snickered. She was drunk too but maybe not as much as Delilah was. "I'm sure you are." She reached into her top and pulled out a little square plastic baggie. She sprinkled some of the contents of the bag into Delilah's drink and some in hers. "Here." She handed Delilah the glass. "Salud!"

Delilah clinked her shot glass to Savannah's. "Salud!"

Savannah took the shot and smiled as Delilah drank hers. The night was about to get very interesting.

Emma and Cyn were at Emma's house in the kitchen. Emma was making the meal requested by little Cyn. Hotdogs and macaroni and cheese. While she was cooking, Cyn was reading a cat in the hat out loud to her Mommy. It was her favorite children's book and this was the second time she read it to Emma since she had been there. She read the last page and closed the book.

"Again, Mommy?" She asked.

"I would love to hear it again," Emma lied, "but your dinner is ready. So we'll have to put cat in the hat away until next tine."

"Aww!" Cyn whined. "I don't want my dinner!" She folded and arms and turned away from Emma and her dinner.

"Young lady, that's not how you get what you want here." Emma said. She sat Cyn's plate down in front of her. "Be a good girl and eat your dinner."

"Uh uh!" Cyn pushed the plate away from her.

"Cyn, that's strike one. Three strikes and you'll be punished. Is that clear?" Emma asked.

Cyn stuck out her tongue and spit.

"Strike two." Emma counted.

"Strike twoooo." Cyn mocked her Mommy and started giggling. Maybe the punishment would be a spanking or maybe she would fuck her really hard. Really anything to make Emma touch her, she was willing to try.

"Okay. That's it." Emma said. She marched upstairs and plucked Hopper and Legs from their place on her bed and brought them back downstairs.

Cyn's jaw dropped when she saw her two favorite stuffies in her Mommy's hands. "What ya doing?" Cyn asked. Her attitude long gone now.

"Hopper and Legs are going in time out until you're finished with your dinner. They'll also be separated." Emma announced.

"What! No!" Cyn said. She felt her bottom lip quiver. "They hate being apart."

"So you can reunite them by being a good girl and eating your dinner like I asked you too."

Cyn grabbed her plate and slid it closer to her. "You're a mean Mommy." Cyn said as angry tears stung her eyes. She began to slowly eat her food.

Emma put Hopper in the living room and brought Legs to the kitchen. She sat him in the corner facing the wall. "I know, Legs." Emma said in a whisper just loud enough for Cyn to hear. "Hopefully she'll eat all of her dinner and get you back to your best friend."

Cyn started eating her food faster. "They're not best friends, they're lovers, Mommy." She said with a mouth full of macaroni.

"They can't be both?" Emma asked.

Cyn thought quietly for a minute. "Like you and Lilah?"

Her question made Emma pause for a moment. "Well, yes."

"I guess so. Lilah does make Mommy happy like Legs makes Hopper happy. So yes. They can be both."

Emma smiled. She sat at the table with Cyn. She was still full from the lunch she had earlier so she didn't have anything to eat.

"I don't really think you're a mean Mommy." Cyn confessed. "I just wanted to read my book. I'm sorry."

"Thank you for apologizing, baby. It's okay."

Cyn finished eating her food. After Emma took Hopper and Legs out of time out, the four of them went to the living room to play a board game that Cyn picked. Emma let her win again and again.

"Mommy you're bad at this." Cyn teased.

"Or maybe you're just really good at it." Emma countered.

"I'll pick another one." Cyn cleaned up the game board up and browsed Emma's game collection for another one.

While Emma was waiting for her to come back, her phone started ringing. It was Delilah. This was a surprise. It was still kind of early to be leaving the club. "Hey, babe." Emma said.

"Em. I uh.. something's wrong." Delilah said. She was leaning against the bathroom door. She didn't feel like herself. She was drunk but something else was going on and she didn't like it. She could barely keep herself together.

Emma chuckled. "You're drunk. That's what's wrong."

"No. I think someone put something in my drink Em." Delilah rested her head against the door and closed her eyes. It felt like she was slowly slipping in and out of consciousness.

"What!?" Emma stood up and got Cyn's attention. "Put your shoes on, baby." She said quietly. Cyn didn't know what was going on but she did as she was instructed. "Where is Savannah?" She asked as she grabbed her glasses and her own shoes.

"I don't know. I don't know. I can't remember. Can you please come get me?" Delilah asked. Her words were slurred and she just wanted to lie down.

"I'm already on the way, babe." Emma and Cyn rushed to the car and off to Delilah's rescue.