After having finished the plate of ribs and a few more drinks, Ashley and Spencer sat at the table in silence. Spencer's eyes were flicking over the rooms occupants while Ashley focused on the table top in front of her, her thumbnail scratching at the woodgrain. Despite her increasingly drunken state, Spencer had noticed Ashley's eyes flying up to her own face only to drop quickly to the table, her forehead wrinkling in thought. She'd noticed this action at least five times over the past few minutes and wondered how long it had been going on. Seeing the same action from Ashley again, Spencer broke the thirty minute silence.
"What?"
Ashley lifted her head and focused on Spencer.
"What what?"
"You've been doing that for at least the past ten minutes. What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?"
"Thats what I want to know. You keep looking up at me and then back at the table then back at me. Do I have something on my face?"
Rolling her eyes at the blonde, she swallowed the last of her drink down.
What am I doing? She's just so...
"I'm not doing anything. Why does it always have to be about you? God, ego much Spence?"
Spencer let out a bitter laugh and shaking her head, she stood up and held her hand out, giving Ashley an expectant look. Ashley, surprised by Spencer's sudden movement, sat forward in her chair and looked from Spencer's hand back to Spencer's face. She raised her hand to take Spencer's but seeing Spencer's eyes roll and hand drop slightly, realized that Spencer was not offering to help her up.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to the hotel. I'm tired. May I have the key please?"
"No. Sit. Finish your drink."
"What is your problem?"
"I don't have a problem. What is your problem?"
Spencer's eye brows rose in shock.
"My problem? MY problem?! You have been nothing but rude and hurtful all day and you ask what MY problem is? You drink too much. Give me the key." Spencer thrust her hand forward again, demanding the key.
Ashley's eyes fell at Spencer's words. She knew that she had been rude and if she were being honest with herself she would admit that she had intentionally said some of the things she had specifically to hurt the blonde, though she hadn't quite worked out why she had done that.
"Listen Spence, I'm sor-"
"I ain't never seen two purty women like you two around here before. What say you two join me and my friends for a drink?"
Ashley's apology was cut off by one of the unkempt men that Ashley had seen at the bar earlier. Following his pointed finger towards the two other men still at the bar, Ashley raised an eyebrow and turned back to the man that had interrupted her.
"Um. No. G'bye." Ashley waved her hand in a shoo'ing motion.
"Hey hey pretty lady, give us a chance. You might enjoy yourself." he waggled his eyebrows suggestively and licked his lips while his eyes swept over both womens bodies. All Ashley could focus on was the way the spit was pooling at the corners of his mouth. Her upper lip curled in disgust.
Oh my God, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.
"Listen, Billy Bob. We," She waved her finger between herself and Spencer "are not interested. So, go tell the boys over there that you'll just have to stick it to the goats out back. Again." With this she returned her attention to Spencer, ready to continue her apology, which was again interrupted by the overweight man.
"OK, you're not interested, I get that. But blondie here looks like she might enjoy some company. What do you say Goldielocks? You looking for a good time?" The man stretched out a calloused hand, complete with grease caked in the crevices and dirt under the nails, and rubbed Spencer's arm, causing her to pull back in disgust or fear, Ashley couldn't tell which it was. The only thing Ashley could tell was that some dirty man was touching her Spencer.
'MY' Spencer? What? And why is he still touching her?
"Listen, bub. I already told you. We. Are. Not. Interested." Ashley walked between Spencer and the man and pushed his arm away roughly, meeting his eyes with her narrowed ones. His version of 'sex eyes' became an angry glare as he stepped forward, making Ashley raise her head to keep her eyes on his. It took all she had to not gag at his overwhelming body odor.
"Listen, bitch...you need to learn some respect. You'd better wat-"
"Jim! Is there a problem over there?" Chucks voice broke into the mans soon to be violent monologue.
"No, Chuck. No problem." He snarled at Ashley and Spencer again before turning and walking back to the bar.
Ashley felt Spencer pulling at her arm and she turned to face her. She gave Spencer a small smile.
"As I was saying, I'm sorry. I don't...I mean, I..." She shook her head, not finding the words she needed to properly apologize to Spencer, but the blonde's eyes were doing things to her that she wasn't expecting.
"Stop."
"Stop what?" Spencer's eyebrows rose in confusion.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Looking at you like what?" It was obvious by the half smile on her face that Spencer was amused by the request and subsequent explanation.
"Like that. You're doing it again. Stop it. It's creeping me out a little."
"You have seriously lost it, haven't you Amanda?"
Ashley burst out laughing at the name, a reminder of the earlier verbal sparring the two had done. She grabbed Spencer's hand and pulled her to the door.
"C'mon Stacey, let's go to bed." She stopped and turned, wide eyed, to see an amused Spencer smirking back at her.
"I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I meant it like...lets get to bed, but not bed. I meant...umm...bed bed. Sleep bed. Oh god." Ashley rolled her eyes at her stuttering explanation and turned back to the door, mentally smacking her forehead.
Lets go to bed? Bed bed? Sleep bed? Smooth
Davies, so smooth.
Both women were so preoccupied
with Ashley's slip up that they didn't see the three men at the bar
stand, following them out into the rain.
