(Not a poem just thought this would be fun)

Seated like a chicken on the ground, I look up to see Alexina and Jewl—My best friends—gazing down on me.

“Yay! You’re here!” I squeak, slobbering over my words.

They chuckle then try to help me up.

“I can pick her up,” Alexina offered, a look of sympathy on her face.

“I got it. She’s probably lightweight because of how much weightlifting I do.” Jewl said, flexing his well-trained muscles.

He tries to pick me up but I don’t let him. “Where’s my Prince Charming?” I pout, “He’s supposed to take care of me!” Now I’m crying about a fictional character.

“He’s right here, now let me pick you up please.” He asks softly.

“Where is he?” I smile halfheartedly.

“Right there!” he points, and once I’m distracted, he picks me up and puts me on his shoulders.

I squirm in his arms but he’s too strong. “Why are you so strong?”

Alexina giggles, “You know why. He has to deal with you all the time.”

“I’m not that horrible,” I whine.

“You’re not but honey you're drunk.”

“I didn’t drink anything! Well… maybe a couple sips… that’s besides the point!”

“You drank a little more than that. You’re not a lightweight.” She explains.

Jewl just listens to the conversation.

“What does the princess want? Some chicken wings?” He teases.

I put my hands up like I’m grabbing the air, “Gimme me!”

“Hey! Hold on to me or else you’ll fall.”

I quickly grab hold of his shoulders.

“How come you’re so cute when you’re drunk? I look like a dead rooster.” Alexina asks.

“Maybe I’m just cute! Like a princess.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Jewl says.

“Why are you being nice to her suddenly?” She asks.

“She’s going to cry if I don’t,” he laughs a little.

“No, I won’t!” I scowl.

“Fine you won’t, I surrender.”

Randomly I ask, “Can I call my crush?” Then giggle.

“Rosetta! Why didn’t you tell me you have one! I’m your best friend!” She exclaims.

“But you know him!” I whine, slurring my words.

“Who is it?” Jewl asks, intrigued now.

“You guys know him very well.”

She gasped like she might know, “Do you like Milo?”

“Maybe!” I giggle with a smirk on my face, picturing us married with 5 kids.

I grab my phone out and call him, Alexina stops me. “No! No!”

“But I really like him! I want to tell him right now.”

“Listen to Alexina, don’t call him.” Jewl agrees.

“Why!” I whine.

“Because you can tell him when you’re not _drunk_.” She says sternly.

“Fine!” I pout again. But call him anyway.

“Rosetta!”

“He’s so cute though! Those beautiful blue eyes and the way he says my name.” I look at the sky.

“Rosetta! Give me the phone, you can tell him later.”

“Tell me what later?” A voice comes on the phone. Jewl and Alexina share a glance.

“Sorry, she’s tired and accidentally called you. She’s working on a new project and wanted to ask if you’d help.”

“With what?” He asks.

“She needs some help with the graphic designs.” _She really did. _

“Okay, tell her I’ll help tomorrow. Just have her call me and the 3 of us can work on it.”

“Who?”

“Her mom, her, and me.”

A sigh of relief escaped from both of them. Rosetta couldn’t care less.

“Tell her I love her, Good night guys.” My dad said.

“Love you, daddy,” I cooed.

“Good night sweet girl.”

He hung up. “Thank the lord. Rosetta!”

“Sorry.”

Jewl chimed in, “I’m so grateful he didn’t pick up.”

“Me too.”

Later that night they fed me some chicken wings and I started to sober up.

“What did I do?” I ask.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Please tell me!” My cheeks flush and I bury my head into my hands.

“Let’s just say you wanted to call _your_ crush.”

Jewl said.

“Oh no!” I shriek in horror.

“Thankfully it was just your dad you called.”

“Did you tell him I was drunk?”

“No. But you’ve got to stop doing this. I love you but you can’t solve your problems this way.”

“You’re _right_. Will you guys help me?” We all pinky promise on it.

“Let’s pray this doesn’t happen again shall we?”

We cheer our drinks, “Amen to that.”

“Amen!” We all agree.