Sorry it took so long for this to update! I've been working on a quincest and am pretty excited about it, so It's been distracting me from this. I hope you like it!

Jeremy waved back and forth with excited thrill in his movements, and Lindsey picked up that my heart dropped, so she picked it up off the floor and with a push and encouraging words, she practically dragged me to the table.

The three of them stood as a polite gesture upon our arrival.

Jeremy attacked me as soon as I was within reach and pulled me in sight a tight hug, that I heard my back crack.

"Alright, alright. You're gonna wrinkle my shirt," I chuckled, feeling myself already loosen up.

I pulled away to find Lindsey un buttoning the last button of her pea coat, revealing the sophisticated and sexy black dress with a neckline that was sure to make any person swoon. The diamond necklace that hung lowly made it all the more sexier. I suddenly felt relief, and felt the need to show off my trophy wife.

Jeremy hugged Lindsey much more delicately, saying that he'd rather spill red wine all over himself than ruin one detail about her outfit.

I nodded to Sara as my greeting, noticing she too, was dressed up way above her normal shirt and button up. Stacy reached her hand across the table to shake mine. My heart pumped rapidly as I shook it, and I winced at her chipper, over excited smile and voice as she greeted me.

"Tegan! So nice to see you again!" The way she stared into my eyes as she spoke made me want to crawl underneath the table and never come out.

I watched as her dark pools darted over to my girlfriend, eyeing her up and down before moving to greet her.

Sara glared at me as I watched the two brunettes exchange greetings, as if she was waiting for me to make the wrong move.

I shifted uncomfortably away from Sara's glare, and took Lindseys coat, hung on the back of her chair and scooted it out so she could sit in it before taking the seat next to her.

Stacy cleared her throat and smoothed the back of her blue, short,flowy dress before sitting down across from Lindsey.

"So, how was the flight in? Jeremy was telling me that it was raining pretty bad in LA." I looked over at Lindsey, who took refuge in the bubbling champagne glass in front, shooting me a knowing glare upon taking a sip.

I picked my glass up as a distraction and answered her. "Yeah, it wasn't bad. It wasn't raining heavily enough for the flight to be delayed or anything like that. Pretty bumpy though. Right Linds?"

Lindsey was sipping away and was surprised when I turned the conversation back to her. She took it over much more smoothly, being able to hide her poker face more.

As Stacy spewed compliments at Lindsey, making Lindsey blush and having a grand ol' time with her, I was crumbling under the pressure.

I chugged down champagne, but when it came time for our meals, I barely touched my plate. Food would decrease the buzz I got going on, and I can't risk anything that could potentially make me sober.

I conversed with Jeremy, since Sara, Stacy and Lindsey were still giggling away with each other.

I didn't even have to explain my discomfort to Jeremy, because he picked up that I wasn't expecting other company. He felt so sorry that he kept ordering me more champagne.

I think it was his plan to get me tipsy, and then ask as to why I was upset that He'd invited my sister and Stacy.

He excused the two of us to make our way over to the bar, by saying we were going to get everyone martini's. They just waved us off. I wouldn't admit that I was jealous of how much a good time they were having. I wondered how it was that Lindsey was clearly more intoxicated than I was. I was iffy to get her another alcoholic beverage.

"So what's up with you Tee? I thought you'd like it if I'd invite Sara and Stace,"

I flinched when he used a nickname on her. But I didn't call him out on it. If I said anything else about Stacy, this night would completely spiral out of control, more than it already is. I have to keep my mouth shut, and , lie. lie. Even if I felt guilty. Jeremy and I have been best friends since high school, and have gone through so much together. But it's best this way, I know it.

"It's just, I was hoping to spend time with just you." If I didn't add anything else, I knew Jeremy would sense the weariness in my voice, and catch me fibbing. It's time for me to spark up some cheesy conversations, and ask typical questions.

Thankfully, Jeremy ignored me and instead made a comment about the waiter who looks like Jack Nicholson. He always get's so distracted when he's been drinking.

Juggling martini's in our hands, we walked back to the table. I set the drink in front of Lindsey, and she subtly gave me a kiss on the cheek to thank me while still Listening to Stacy. She continued to ignore me and only acknowledge everyone but me.

My ear's perked upon hearing the word girlfriend, and My stomach churned as soon as it exited Stacy's mouth.

"Wait, girlfriend?" I blurted out loud. I didn't mean to, but once it flew out i couldn't put it back in.

"Yup. Stacy asked to be my girlfriend last weekend. Weren't you listening to the story? We went to Broadway to see..."

I completely blanked out, and Sara's words just became a muffle. Everything became a muffle, and the only sounds I could hear were the beating of my heart as I tried not to lose my cool. This is bad, this is very bad. The need to shove Stacy into another room and beat the truth out of her had me feeling nauseous.

Despite wanting to do anything but, I was knocked back into reality when I felt something wet wipe my cheek. I tuned back in to Lindsey mumbling an apology for getting red lipstick on my cheek.

"Aw, you should have left it there. It made Tegan look like a player," Stacy commented. She only said this to accuse me of playing her that night. I fumed.

I heard Lindsey lean in and ask why my cheeks were so flushed. I turned to her and cut her off, telling her It was getting pretty late, and that we should start heading back. The rest of the table agreed that it was time to get going. So after we paid the bill, we went our separate ways.