Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.

Warning: Contains depictions of consensual f/f and f/f/f sex, as well as some light spanking and exploration of mature themes such as sexual power, dominance and submission. If you're uncomfortable with any of these things, read no further. But if you're game, then read on for the Catorade funsexytimes.

A/N: Takes place after 'Tori Goes Platinum.'

Stupid Jade West!

It's all I kept thinking as I stood in line at the bar, trying not to look too nervous as I prepared for the first time in my short life to knowingly and willingly break the law.

Stupid Jade West! Stupid Jade West! Stupid Jade West!

Playing over and over in my head, like a mantra. All this was her fault. Even though it had technically been my idea for us - myself, Jade and Cat - to go out for a girls' night, Jade had been the one to insist that we go clubbing, and that I get a fake ID, courtesy of Sinjin's unsavoury connections. Oh, and Jade and Cat already had fake ID's, by-the-way, which also would have been Jade's idea - I mean, it certainly wouldn't be Cat's, would it? Stupid Jade West.

"If we're gonna go out and party, we need to do it properly, Vega," she'd said. "And I'm choosing where we go - you don't know any cool places." Jade took us to a dance club she knew in West Hollywood. She and Cat had been here before, apparently, and they must have known the bouncer or something, because even though there was a long line to get in, Jade had grabbed mine and Cat's hands, and led us confidently to the front of the queue. After Jade smiled and batted her eyelids at the guard, he'd just nodded and let us in with a sly smile and no more than a cursory look at the aforementioned (fake and highly illegal!) ID's. Once we got inside, I discovered that despite the long line out the front, inside the club wasn't that crowded.

"They just make people wait outside so that the place looks popular and hard to get into," Cat explained.

"And so they can let the beautiful kittens in as soon as they turn up," Jade added, smiling and gently nudging Cat's shoulder, which elicited a small giggle from the redhead.

I wasn't quite sure if this was some sort of inside joke for them, but I smiled anyway. It was always nice to see Jade's softer side come out in the way she related to Cat - Cat seemed to be the only one who could elicit any sort of compliment or kind word from Jade. God knows I'd been trying to break through those walls of ice for years now. I thought I'd made a bit of progress lately, but Jade was still mostly a closed book to me. After the breakup with Beck, Jade became even more short-tempered than usual. I'd been so worried about her - worried that she would shut herself off even more from everyone than she already did. But I knew she'd been spending some time with Cat, so I was glad she had at least one friend to help support her. I just hoped I could get her to realise that I was there for her as well. Which is why I asked the two of them if they wanted to come out this weekend. Jade refused straight away, of course. But I think Cat must have worked on her (thanks Cat!), because a couple days later they approached me and said they were in. But, "If we're gonna go out and party, we need to do it properly, Vega," was Jade's condition. And so I ended up here, waiting in line at the bar of a club in West Hollywood, about to buy alcohol for my underaged self and my underaged friends. And I know most teens don't think it's that big a deal, but my Dad's a freakin' cop, for chrissakes! And like I already said, I've never done anything illegal before! At least, not on purpose… The stuff with Mason Thornesmith doesn't count. I was forced to do that. And that car I totalled was just a mixup… And when you think about it, that was partly Jade's fault too!

Stupid Jade West! Stupid Jade West! I threw a glance in her direction. She was sitting with Cat at a table to one side of the dance floor. Their heads were close together as they conferred earnestly about something, but they were both looking at me. Probably discussing whether or not I was going to wuss out. I'd put off going to the bar - Jade bought the first round, and Cat the second. I'd asked Jade for safe, boring, legal soda, but instead I got vodka and lemonade. I thought Cat would be more respectful of my wishes, but Jade must have got to her, because my 'soda' once again came back alcoholic.

"What's it gonna be, beautiful?" the hot, hunky bartender asked me, and I saw that I'd reached the front of the line.

"Two midori and pineapple juices, and a…" I briefly considered wussing out and asking for a nice safe, boring, legal soda, but I knew Jade would never let me live it down. "…vodka and lemonade please."

I paid for the drinks, picked them up, and managed to thread my way back through the dancing bodies to the table without spilling any (thank you, deportment classes!). I sat down opposite Cat and Jade, placing their drinks in front of them. Jade stared at me intently.

"So I see you got our orders right," she commented. "What did you get yourself, Vega?"

"Vodka and lemonade - same as I've been drinking all night, apparently," I replied with a sweet smile, before taking a long sip. I arched an eyebrow at the brunette opposite me. There! Showed you, Jade West!

Jade sat back in her chair with her arms crossed. "See, Vega. The world didn't come to an end after all."

"I didn't think the world was going to end! I just said coming here was risky if we weren't old enough!" I snapped back before I could stop myself. I forced myself to take a deep breath. I hated that Jade always seemed to know how to push my buttons. But part of it was my fault - I needed to stop letting her get to me so easily. I quickly looked around as it occurred to me that I probably shouldn't be proclaiming quite so loudly that we were underage. But thankfully none of the bouncers or other staff seemed to have been within earshot. If I managed to get me and my friends kicked out of a trendy Hollywood club, I'd be giving Jade enough ammunition to use against me for years.

"Oh dear!" Jade used her 'Tori voice' (which doesn't even sound like me, btw!) to mock me. "What if my Daddy finds out I'm no longer a law-abiding citizen! I might get arrested! Or worse, disowned! And then who'll pay all my school fees? How will I be able to keep pretending I have talent if I'm not going to Hollywood Arts anymore?"

As I was thinking of a suitable comeback, Cat jumped to my defence.

"Jade! You're being mean!"

Jade subsided back into her chair, silent. Wow… Thanks Cat. Guess she didn't want me and Jade ruining everyone's evening by getting into a fight.

"Sooo…" I tried to change the subject and move on. "That bartender over there is totally hot…" I look back over my shoulder to the guy who served me. "I think he and I were hitting it off a little…"

"Hear that Cat?" Jade said in a snarky voice. "Tori thinks the bartender is totally hot. She wants to 'hit it off' with him." I looked back at them, confused. Jade had a self-satisfied smirk on her face, and Cat was staring silently into her drink, frowning a little. I had no idea what was going on. When neither of them said anything, I tried again.

"Sooo… Either of you seen anybody you like here?" To be honest, there weren't that many guys here tonight - and the guys that were here seemed more interested in hanging with their other guy friends rather than talking to any of the women around. And there were actually quite a lot of women here now that it was getting later. The discrepancy must have been because the stupid chauvinist bouncers just kept letting hot girls in, whilst probably making the guys wait outside in the line for their own cruel amusement. Or maybe it was because this club was known for playing mostly pop music, and all the guys were busy krumping and freak dancing at the hip hop club down the street.

"Jade's seen somebody she likes," said Cat. "But she won't admit it… Oww! You stood on my foot!"

"Accident," said Jade, not sounding the least bit convincing.

Cat lifted up her foot and started rubbing it through the top of her heeled mary jane. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder top, and sparkly sequin shorts that emphasised her toned legs to great effect, and which also flashed little rainbow patterns all around when the club lights reflected off them as she danced. All night I'd been thinking how cute and spunky and glittery she looked - though maybe not right now, sitting in a shadowy corner with her face scrunched up in pain.

"Drink more alcohol," advised Jade. "It'll make the pain go away."

Cat plonked her foot back down, and sulkily sipped her drink. She shot me an accusing look. "I thought you said this was supposed to be a girls' night, and that we weren't going to worry about any guys."

I immediately felt guilty. I had said that. Mainly because I thought it might make Jade more likely to come out tonight, given all her Beck-rage that she didn't seem to want to let go of.

"I'm sorry, Cat. You're right. We agreed we were just gonna spend time with the three of us together. No more talk of guys."

"Yay," said Jade, not sounding the last bit enthused.

I shot her a sour look, then turned back to Cat. "Let's just finish our drinks, then get back to dancing."

"'Kay 'kay!" As soon as I saw Cat's face light up, I knew I had made the right decision. I could give up on guys for one night, if it meant that I got to make Cat smile.