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Chapter 2 - Sure Spence?

After a trio of showers and a quick disposal of the melted men still sat on the coffee table, the girls decided that a shopping trip was in order while Aiden went to grab the booze for a pre-lash, pre-drinks, pre-drunk drinks sesh. Aiden had managed to persuade them that a night at Grays was the best idea and gave 2 clear reasons, the first being that the music was infinitely better than in a straight bar as Britney was bound to be played and also, he wanted to go and they had no better plans. So the girls had chosen that such an occasion required new clothes and maybe a cheeky pair of shoes.

"What rules did Aiden give us again?" Chelsea asked as she walked into the store.

"Guys dress down, girls dress up."

"Is that for gays or straights?"

"Gays or straights? Really Chels?" Spencer asked incredulously while thumbing through a selection of far too skimpy dresses.

"Ach you know what I mean, do we dress up or down?"

"Straight girls dress up so that gay girls know they're straight."

Chelsea stopped moving to allow her brain the chance to fully understand that logic…it didn't work. "What?"

"It's Aiden's theory. He thinks that gay guys always dress up more for a night out than a straight guy does."

"But we're not guys."

"SERIOUSLY?" Spencer gave up looking for her size in the sparkly blue dress and gave her slow friend her full attention. "It's the opposite then. Aid thinks gay girls only wear baggy ripped denims, tank tops and checked shirts, with either man boots or chucks. Soooo as straight women, we are theoretically more inclined to dress up….dresses, sparkles, heels."

"Ahhhh I get it. Then people know we're straight and don't hit on us!" Spencer nodded, grateful the message had reached its destination. "But it's not a bad thing if we get hit on is it? It's a compliment right?"

"Yeah I guess you could see it that way. You wear dresses when we go out anyway, so I really don't see the biggie."

At this, Chelsea looked up at her blue eyed friend for a long moment before turning back to the rack of skin tight leather trousers. Without looking away from the stores vile collection of wife-beaters, Spencer responded.

"What is it now?"

"Nothing, it's cool."

"Chelsea Lewis don't lie to me."

The full name will get her. She ain't getting away with giving me a look and not explaining it. Tut tut tut.

"Garrr don't full name me! It's nothing, I just…it's just…well what you just said…see, you kinda well…you don't ever like…ya know, wear dresses…" The comment hung there while Spencer took in what her best friend was pushing, after a deep breath the blonde replied.

"Chels, babes, I wear my ripped denims because they're comfy and I wear my chucks because I can't afford other shoes. I don't wear dresses because my legs are shit, and my choice in clothing has nothing to do with any sexuality you and Aiden seem to want me to be!" She huffed loudly.

"So you're not gay?"

"NO!" Spencer stormed into changing room, taking with her the stupid dress that made her legs look fugly. Chelsea followed after her, feeling terrible that she'd annoyed her friend so much – but she was only asking…it was odd.

"Spencerrrrr…I'm sorry. I was only asking" the curtain didn't respond, "Spence answer me!" still silence, "Come on dude, I didn't mean anything by it. It's Aiden's stupid theory, that's all, I just got thinking and I shouldn't have said anything after this morning. Im sorry…..love me again."

At that the curtain pulled back sharply and a flustered blonde appeared.

"Fine. But you're sooooo not my type!" Both ladies smiled widely at the comeback and then regarded the dress.

Spencer stood in an electric blue dress that stopped a bit above her knees and rested on one shoulder. It was detailed with little silver cotton edging and had a sexy black lace trim. With nothing on her feet and only a cross necklace around her neck her friend thought she'd never looked prettier.

"Damn Spence, where have you been hiding that figure? You look beautiful."

Spencer flushed a little red at the compliment and then became very interested in her unpainted toe nails. "Fanks, but I only put this on because you made me all self-conscious and shit. I'm just gunna risk it and wear my jeans." Before she could turn and pull the curtain fully closed Chelsea snapped it from her.

"Girl, you wear those jeans if that's what you feel comfortable in and do not wear something because you think you should to fit in. But you have to know that you look stunning in that and should not be so harsh on those sexy little legs of yours. That's it. Speech over."

Chelsea walked out of the changing rooms and went back to the racks, leaving Spencer to look at herself in the mirror.

Hmm, maybe they aren't so bad. It's just my knees…I got mom's knees. The dress is pretty though, and a club is dark – maybe nobody would see my Frankenstein joints? But the jeans are my friend. I've attracted guys in the jeans…they work for me. I'll wear the jeans…..No, buy the dress Spencer you could make the girls go wild – that would be funny! Watch Aiden's face! Urgh what to do! Maybe baby steps….a cheeky skirt? Cracking heels?

Or just the jeans and killer heels?

OH what to do? "CHELSEEEEEAAAAAA!"


After dropping Chelsea at home, Spencer walked through her door and immediately a cocktail was thrust into her hand by an excited Aiden. He'd already had a couple of 'tester' drinks to ensure that his mix was just perfect and the alcohol was clearly taking its toll. The drink was a concoction of rum, vodka and peach schnapps with a dash of OJ thrown in to mix it all up and make it bearable. Aiden loved it and Spencer had no choice but to drink it along with him.

"Mate what is in that bad boy?" She said with a grimace as the liquid burnt her throat. She dumped her bags on the staircase and followed her flatmate through to their kitchen.

"Urm in that one we have…" He smelt the drink and looked confused, "Alcohol?"

Spencer laughed and took another sip. "How many have you had already?"

"Six!" He answered with a gleaming smile.

"How are you still standing?"

"God Spence, I know we've only lived together for a few months and all but seriously, this guy can handle his liquor! Years of underage drinking have prepped my body for the worst!"

"You're still underage."

"So are you baby girl."

"I have a fake ID."

"As do I. I'm 23 apparently." He said while pulling out the card and flashing it in Spencer's face. "See."

"I'm only 22."

"Gutted for you Blondie. Here, try this one now!" He took the drink from her hand and gave her a new one, which was worryingly dark.

"I hadn't finished that yet!" She took a sip and felt her head wobble instantly. "Woooooft! That is solid gold man! Whats that one?"

"Ehhh, that is….a Long Island Iced Tea…..with a dash of absinthe!" He gave a wild grin and watched as Spencer's eyes grew wide.

"Aiden! What the fuck? You know I can't drink that shit! Do you not remember our first week here? I practically filled the bath with the contents of my stomach!"

"Urgh yeah, I remember! That how you knew I was gay remember? I held your hair back and changed you into your pjs."

"My new top remained unstained thanks to you."

"Couldn't ruin that beautiful number."

"Hence the gay spotting."

"True story."


After many more Aiden specials, 20 minutes in the shower and an hour getting ready the house was ready to roll. Spencer heard the doorbell go and the muffled chatter of her friends getting their stuff together before calling her to get her butt downstairs because the taxi was ready. She adjusted her outfit, pulled at her hair and quickly applied one more coat of mascara to her lashes before tottering out of her room and slowly approaching the stairs.

She felt eyes on her as soon as she crept into their line of sight, Chelsea grinned like a proud mother while Aiden's mouth dropped. Spencer slowly descended the stairs in her black killer heels, and revealed the whole outfit to be a tight, figure hugging, black skirt that stopped just above her troublesome knees, paired with an almost see-through, deep blue, floaty top that hung off one shoulder and a perfectly fitting black lace bra beneath which was just visible. She was the perfect amount of sexy, and she could handle that.

Baby steps Spence. Lol at Aiden!

The boy picked his mouth off the floor and cleared his throat. "Jesus girl you look mighty fine! Even I'm questioning my career choice!"

"I'm so proud of you" Chelsea whispered as the girls hugged "you look stunning."

"Thanks guys, now lets get in this cab! I need to keep my booze levels high or I'm running back in there for my babies!"

"NOT THE JEANS!" The duo shouted in response, earning them a trademark Carlin eyebrow as they all climbed into the taxi.

"Spence, when I said dress up…I didn't mean dress up so much that every human in the building turns to a gibbering wreck! You are going to get all the attention tonight….sorry Chels."

"Nah bro its cool, you're so right. Spence you better watch your back tonight."

"And your ass."

"And your tits."

"And your legs."

"And your…"

"OK! Guys I get it, geeeez !"

Aiden and Chelsea shared a cheeky wink at where their banter was leading too. "But seriously Spence, the ladies are gunna wanna see how far up those legs go?" He bent over as to try and look up her skirt, "They do go on forever eh?"

"AIDEN, cool down! I feel all weird now, please can I go change."

I don't want to be hit on by a girl, I wouldn't know what to do…

"Don't you dare Carlin! You look stunning, and like we said before…it's just a compliment."

The girls shared a smile and dropped the subject. Unfortunately Aiden didn't catch it – or more than likely chose to ignore it.

"Yeah, or you could just go for it? You're not against girls are you?"

"Yeah, well..I dunno, it's not something I've ever considered Aid. I like boys. Anyway, why is all this on me? Chelsea is a girl too…she could just as easily be the gay one!"

Valid point Carlin, congratulations.

"True, but before yesterday she was having sex with a boy. I've never known you bring anyone back to the flat…or stay out for that matter. It's just odd is all, Uni is the time to be a slaaaaaaaaaag and you're not rocking that boat."

With that he turned to look out of the taxi window effectively ending the conversation. Spencer turned to Chelsea for support and was met with a less than comforting face.

"He's got a point babes, I know you've been with guys. But I don't know why you're so against it all. Just go with it. We're going to a gay club and it's going to be fun. You look…"

She was lost for words, so Aiden helped.

"Mighty bangable."

Spencer scoffed.

"Classy as ever."

"But he's right! Look we're here, so just go with the flow. Enjoy the attention and stop over thinking things!"

They climbed out of the taxi, paid the driver and walked into the room, one girl on each of Aiden's large arms. The music hit them immediately and set the tone for the evening – it was Britney, and it was Womanizer…

"Let the games begin ladies!"

Here goes nothing…


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