The loo was of course the last place she was going. Finding Amy and Seth before any damage was done was her priority. She found them in a chill out area set back from booths. They were entwined on a red chesterfield seat. Seth was all over her.
"Amy!" she called out over the music. Seth's hands were already in places a married woman should reserve for her husband. Bastard. He heard her first and turned to face Caitlin but not before sweeping his tongue along her friend's bottom lip. He unashamedly smirked while his hands remained exactly where they were a few seconds ago. It was as if he had it all worked out.
Amy though squealed, extricated herself and threw her arms around her in a fierce bear hug. Seemingly oblivious to the game that was going on. "Oh, Caitlin, you're OK. Thank goodness."
While trying to prise Amy's arms from her she whispered through gritted teeth. "What the hell are you doing with Seth?"
The petite girl shrugged and pouted. She shifted unsteadily from foot to foot. "Just having fun. What stays in Vegas and all that. What's it to you?"
"Well for a start, what about your husband?"
Seth watched from a step away, clearly enjoying the discomfort he had caused. She could tell by the glint in his chocolate brown eyes and the twist of his mouth.
"I…I don't want to talk about Brand tonight." A hint of tears threatened and her voice became shaky.
"Hey Caitlin," Seth's sardonic tone broke through their conversation and he slipped his arm around Amy's waist. "Amy and I have plans right now. Why don't you run back to Dean cause you and I both know he won't appreciate you wandering around on your own after your little misdemeanour earlier."
As usual she thought it best to ignore his jibes. "Can I have a word with you, Seth. In private."
Amy in her drunken state took offence. "What do you have to say to him that you can't say to me? I'm your best friend."
"I just need to speak to him Amy, trust me," Caitlin said gently.
"Trust you?" she slurred. "This whole trip you've been skulking off and causing trouble. It's Caitlin this and Caitlin that and you know what? It's not all about you. Some of us have lives and problems too. Seth is a lovely man and I like him and Brand…" she broke into a sob.
"Seth is far from lovely Amy. Believe me. I should know," Caitlin told her trying to explain.
"I've never been with anyone else. Can you imagine what that's like? Not knowing if you've made the right choice in life? Not knowing what it's like being with another man. If he would make you feel different and change your whole perspective?" Amy was sobbing now.
"Amy, you don't mean that. It's the drink talking. Brand is your childhood sweetheart. Seth is far from it."
"I am here you know," Seth interjected. "Don't listen to her Amy. Come on let's go up to those private rooms I promised to show you."
Caitlin glared at Seth. "Leave her alone you absolute shit."
Seth shook his head. He lowered his voice as Amy reached for her drink and sat down wiping tears away. "I'll make a deal with you. Swap places with her. Give me what I want and I'll leave her alone."
Caitlin's mind whirred. She had to get Amy away from him and there was only one way to do it. Her shoulders dropped, resignation set in and she knew Seth could see it. His eyes became hooded as he awaited her next move with interest. "Amy, you're not going anywhere with Seth."
Amy looked up. "If I want to. You can't stop me."
Caitlin fished her phone out. "I'll tell Brand. I'll tell him all about tonight."
"Why would you do that?" Amy cried. "We've been friends since kindergarten."
"Because you're married and I'm not. You're not having Seth because… I'm in love with him." The words nearly stuck in her throat. Seth's smug chuckle crawled over her skin.
Amy frowned thoughtfully in that drunk way when you cannot comprehend the simplest issues let alone one such as this. "But…I thought…I mean you and Dean right? Not you and Seth?"
Caitlin paused before going in for the kill. "I told you it's complicated. Something you wouldn't understand being so sheltered. That's what happens when you've only ever been with one dull man."
God, it was awful to be so mean to her. But it was for her own good. Amy fled, humiliated, knocking her drink over as she cannoned into a table. Watching her best friend's stricken form disappear from view as she stumbled away, she recoiled as Seth slunk up behind.
"That was quite a performance. Not quite sure how she bought it but she did. You're right though, Amy is naive. I'd have loved to have fucked her but now I'll just have to make do with you. Ha ha."
He slowly stepped around her. "Yeah, I'm gonna test out your limits. Find out how far you'll go for me." Before she had any opportunity to respond, he sat down abruptly and pulled her onto his lap, his hand resting on the back of her neck. Seth continued to tell her all thing things he was going to do with her body and leant in to kiss her. Now that one problem had been dealt with, she needed to get herself out of this one before Dean came looking for her. But it was too late for that.
"What the actual fuck, man?" As the the rasp of Dean's voice rang out above the music in bitter consternation, Seth smirked against her lips and whispered evilly. "You walked right into this one."
As Seth broke contact, she thought Dean was going to deck him but before he could do anything, that slimy fucker already had an excuse ready. Arms spread out wide in appeasement and an innocent expression on his face. "Sorry bro, it's all her fault. She threw herself at me."
