Ok, these are going to be short chapters. I've gone for something different here, so I hope you like it. As always, please review.
NOTES:
Tracy and Steve are back on speaking terms, although not living together. Beth is living with Tracy. Blanche is still alive. Simon and Amy are at the pub with Leanne and Michelle. OK so it's only Carla and Peter for the first couple of chapters.
It was Tracy's birthday, and she had organized a small gathering for tonight at Nick's bistro. It would be Tracy and Steve, who were back on speaking terms, joined by Blanche, Ken and Deidre. Beth would also be there. She had invited herself when she saw Tracy was making herself ready to go out, and she felt it was rude for her not to be invited seeing as she lived with Tracy. Carla and Peter were meant to be meeting them at 7pm.
SCENE SET IN PETER'S FLAT. (Peter and Carla's flat should I say?)
"Come on" Peter pleaded with Carla, tugging at her hands, trying to get her to slip off the kitchen top.
"Oh can you not just think up of an excuse for me? I don't want to go" Carla asked Peter, looking at him sheepishly.
"No. It's her birthday, and we are both invited. And missy… those eyes aren't going to work with me"
Carla pulled a face, showing her annoyance. She really did not want to have to fake a smile all evening. She had not had the best start with Tracy, what with promising her a job at the factory, and then going back on her word. Although that was a couple of years ago, she knew Tracy would possibly still have something to say about it. It looked like Peter was not backing down.
"They don't even like me. Especially Blanche" Carla moaned, still trying to look innocently at Peter so he would listen to her.
"Oh ignore her, what does she know? Dad likes you." He wasn't going to be a pushover this time. He was going to make sure Carla would listen.
"Peter please. Your Dad is just civil, Blanche hates me, Deidre can't forgive me for pushing Leanne away, Tracy dislikes me, and Beth… why the hell would I want to see her out of working hours?"
"So just talk to me and Steve, eh?" Peter replied cheekily
"That's not funny" She hit him playfully with the kitchen towel
Carla thought Peter would have given in by now. She knew this wasn't going to be easy to get out of, if she could get out of it at all.
"Come on, just do it for me baby" Peter said as he leaned in to kiss her.
Carla kissed him back, smiling to herself as she suddenly thought of a plan. She kicked herself, realising she should've known how to work him all along, and she could have saved herself the embarrassment of having to plead with him. She broke the kiss and she held on to Peter's shirt. The top buttons were open, and so Carla played and tugged the shirt with both hands, pulling it outwards so a little more of his chest was revealed. "Mhmm" she groaned in her sexy voice, Peter loving every minute of it.