Chris was getting fed up.
As the night wore on and the other patrons of the club were getting drunk, the offers for dances and the like were getting much more vulgar.
It had gone from 'hi, mind if I dance with you' to 'hey cutie, wanna shag?'
She'd had enough; she was going home.
Chris wandered through the dancing crowd having her butt pinched by more than a few people on the way through.
She'd had enough of that too.
Again someone tried it on her and this time she whirled around to see who it was.
'Hey!' She shouted and pulled on the best angry face she could muster.
A tall muscly guy looked back at her with a guilty look. 'Sorry, you look like a friend of mine.'
'Oh.' Chris said, feeling a tad better about the situation. At least he hadn't felt her up because he liked the look of her.
The guy continued. 'He said he was going to be here tonight.'
Chris rolled her eyes and kept on pushing through the crowd.
She stepped out the back door, glad for the rush of cool air and the smell of the sea. She closed her eyes and leant against a wall, soaking up the relative calm in comparison to the busy club scene.
Something caught her attention and she opened her eyes.
A few meters away Leslie had Sharon pressed up against the wall with her top down around her waist. They were madly kissing and Leslie's hands were all over Sharon's breasts.
'Oh my god!' She shrieked.
Leslie pulled away looking like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar instead of just down Sharon's shirt.
Sharon fixed up her clothes.
'You two are lesbians?!' Chris said.
Leslie nodded.
Sharon stood there with her arms folded. If looks could kill Chris would be dead.
Chris twigged. No wonder Sharon didn't like her. Sharon though Chris liked Leslie. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
Chris composed herself after her shock. 'I'm gonna get a cab home. This club sucks.' She went back into the club.
Leslie followed her. 'Chris wait!'
Chris stopped and waited for Leslie to catch up.
Leslie caught her and started on a long winded spiel that was drowned out by the music. She rolled her eyes and grabbing Chris by the wrist dragged her out to the front of the club.
'Chris, I'm sorry. I thought you had figured it out.' She said.
Chris shook her head. 'It wasn't the first thing that sprang to mind.'
'But you aren't married, you're not seeing anyone and with an ass like yours…'
'Wait a minute!' Chris said. 'You thought I was gay?'
'Well, yeah. Sort of.'
'Did it ever occur to you that I might just be dedicated to my career?'
Leslie shrugged. 'I'm in love with Sharon and she's in love with me. And it feels fantastic to be loved like that.' She said. 'Don't you want someone special in your life?'
'Yes but when I fall in love I want it to be with someone who has the appropriate appendages.' Chris turned and walked towards the cab rank.
Leslie didn't follow and went back into the club instead.
Chris arrived back at her apartment to find Cory sitting on the front steps.
'You do realize what tonight was?' Cory asked not looking up as Chris approached to unlock the door.
'No, what?'
'The premier of 'The Core'. You said you wanted to see it. We had tickets to go and see it on that fancy yacht thing.' Cory sounded really disappointed. In
Chris sighed. 'I'm sorry Cory, I forgot.' Chris unlocked the door and turned the inside lights on.
'How could you forget? I wrote it on your calendar.' Cory followed Chris inside the apartment.
Chris looked at the calendar. 'Cory, its June. My calendar is still on March.'
'We've had it planned for weeks.'
Chris put her bag down. 'I'm sorry. I just forgot. We can still go and see it in the cinemas.'
'Where were you anyway?' Cory stood with her arms folded.
Oh boy, Chris thought. 'I was at a club.' She said.
'Let me guess. You went with Leslie?' Cory said mockingly.
'She invited you too Cory.'
'I had plans!' She said. 'With you!'
'Well you didn't miss anything.'
'Oh and why is that?'
'Because Leslie and me and Sharon to La Vie.'
'The new club? I wanted to go there.'
'Trust me you don't.
'Why not? Because you hang out there now?'
'No, because it's a gay club.'
'A gay club?'
'Yes, you know where you get asked out by the wrong sex. Where all the guys with boyfriend potential already have boyfriends. Where you get to watch Leslie and Sharon get it on…together.'
Cory eyed Chris. 'You're saying that Leslie and Sharon are lesbians?'
'Yes.'
Cory shook her head. 'You know what I think Chris. I think you're only saying that because you don't want me to be friends with her. Because you don't want me hanging out with her.'
'Cory, I couldn't give a stuff who you hang out with. I'm just saying that it was a waste of time going to that club.'
'Whatever.' She said.
Chris threw her hands in the air. 'Well what do you want me to do Cory?' She said frustrated.
'I want you to be the friend I had a couple of weeks ago. The one who doesn't go off her brain because I went somewhere with someone. The one who shows up when we have plans.'
Chris rubbed her eyes. 'Look Cory, I'm too tired and too annoyed. I just want to get some sleep.'
'And the one who has time for me.' Cory said and walked out slamming the front door.
Chris groaned and flopped down on the couch. What a day she'd had, and it had just gone from bad to worse.
Cory left Chris's house in a foul mood.
She didn't want to go home just yet so she drove herself home and took a walk.
Her travels lead her to along side a pub where two men were seconds away from having a drunken brawl.
She approached them. 'What's going on?' She asked.
'It's my car and he won't let me drive.' One man slurred.
'You're too drunk.' The other one slurred even worse. 'I'm driving.'
'It's my car.' The first one said, pushing his friend.
'Hey!' Cory said to get their attention. She pulled out her badge. 'You're both too drunk to be driving. Give me the keys.'
The man mumbled a few words that shouldn't be repeated in a fan fic and handed over the keys.
'Good.' She said. 'Now how about I go inside and call you a cab.'
She walked into the pub and the two men followed her grumbling and complaining.
She procured a quarter from one of the men and used the pay phone in the pub to call a cab.
Whilst waiting for the operator to pick up she looked around and saw Leslie sitting in a table in the far corner sobbing.
The operator picked up and Cory ordered the cab, and then waited with the men until it arrived.
She handed the keys back to their owner. 'When you've slept it off you can come back and get your car.'
'Yeah, mumble mumble slur, mumble.'
Cory went back into the pub and over to where Leslie was sitting. She sat down next to her. 'What's wrong?' She asked putting a hand on her shoulder for support.
'Sharon and I had a fight.' She sniffed.
'Over what?' Cory asked.
'She said that…she said I liked you and Chris more than her. And I was spending more time with you two than I was with her.'
'Of course you are.' Cory cooed. 'You do work with us.'
'That's what I told her but she wouldn't listen.' Leslie said sobbing harder.
'It's okay.' Cory said and hugged Leslie. 'She'll come around. She's just jealous.'
Leslie put her arms around Cory and leaned her head on her shoulder. 'Sharon has been my best friend since forever.' She sniffed. 'We went to school together and we were roomies through college and now she hates me.'
'She doesn't hate you Leslie. She's just out of sorts. She'll get over it.'
Cory stayed hugging Leslie until her sobs had subsided a little.
Then Leslie let go and sat back in the chair. 'Sharon didn't want me to work here. She said it was too far away from Long Beach.'
'It's only temporary Leslie. You'll be back at Long Beach doing your thing soon enough. Just tell her how you really feel.'
Leslie leaned closer to Cory. Cory put her arms back around Leslie thinking she needed another hug.
It wasn't until Leslie's lips brushed over Cory's that she knew what she was doing.
Cory pushed her away. Chris was right. 'I'm straight.' She said.
Leslie put her head in her hands. 'I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking.' She looked back at Cory. 'It's just that you're really cute.'
'Thank you, I think.' Cory said. 'Look, you're upset and a little seedy. How about I call you a cab?'
Leslie nodded.
Cory made sure Leslie was on her way home before she set off home herself.
Tomorrow she was going to have to call Chris and apologize for not believing her…and for being a little jealous that Chris had a friend other than her.
The situation between Leslie and Sharon had sounded too familiar for her liking. Chris thought Cory liked Leslie more than her. And Cory thought that Chris was spending more time with Leslie than with her.
Cory was going to take some of her own advice, tell Chris how she really felt.
The knocking on the door woke Chris from a deep sleep the next morning. She rolled off the couch and looked at the clock. 7 am.
Moaning, she dragged herself down the hall stopping for a quick look in the hall mirror.
Not a pretty sight, she thought mentally reminding herself to take off her make up before falling asleep next time.
Not the she really cared. Whoever was disturbing her at this hour of the morning wasn't worth getting dressed up for.
Chris opened the door squinting through the sunlight to see Tc leaning against the doorframe giving her the once over.
'Good party was it?' He asked.
Chris rolled her eyes. 'What do you want?'
'Palermo wants us down at the station.'
'Why?'
'He didn't say.'
'Why didn't he call?'
'He did.'
Chris looked over at her answering machine. Sure enough there was a message for her. 'Let me guess, he's pissed off right?'
'Just a little. After all, I was the only one of the four of us he could reach.' He patted Chris on the shoulder. 'Don't worry though; I don't mind winning brownie points with him.' Tc tugged on the strap of her dress. 'You'd better get cleaned up and changed. We have to meet at the station in 15 minutes and I have to get over to Cory and Leslie's to find out where they are.'
It was after Chris had shut the door that she'd realized what he said. Cory AND Leslie weren't answering their phones. Could it be?
As the night wore on and the other patrons of the club were getting drunk, the offers for dances and the like were getting much more vulgar.
It had gone from 'hi, mind if I dance with you' to 'hey cutie, wanna shag?'
She'd had enough; she was going home.
Chris wandered through the dancing crowd having her butt pinched by more than a few people on the way through.
She'd had enough of that too.
Again someone tried it on her and this time she whirled around to see who it was.
'Hey!' She shouted and pulled on the best angry face she could muster.
A tall muscly guy looked back at her with a guilty look. 'Sorry, you look like a friend of mine.'
'Oh.' Chris said, feeling a tad better about the situation. At least he hadn't felt her up because he liked the look of her.
The guy continued. 'He said he was going to be here tonight.'
Chris rolled her eyes and kept on pushing through the crowd.
She stepped out the back door, glad for the rush of cool air and the smell of the sea. She closed her eyes and leant against a wall, soaking up the relative calm in comparison to the busy club scene.
Something caught her attention and she opened her eyes.
A few meters away Leslie had Sharon pressed up against the wall with her top down around her waist. They were madly kissing and Leslie's hands were all over Sharon's breasts.
'Oh my god!' She shrieked.
Leslie pulled away looking like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar instead of just down Sharon's shirt.
Sharon fixed up her clothes.
'You two are lesbians?!' Chris said.
Leslie nodded.
Sharon stood there with her arms folded. If looks could kill Chris would be dead.
Chris twigged. No wonder Sharon didn't like her. Sharon though Chris liked Leslie. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
Chris composed herself after her shock. 'I'm gonna get a cab home. This club sucks.' She went back into the club.
Leslie followed her. 'Chris wait!'
Chris stopped and waited for Leslie to catch up.
Leslie caught her and started on a long winded spiel that was drowned out by the music. She rolled her eyes and grabbing Chris by the wrist dragged her out to the front of the club.
'Chris, I'm sorry. I thought you had figured it out.' She said.
Chris shook her head. 'It wasn't the first thing that sprang to mind.'
'But you aren't married, you're not seeing anyone and with an ass like yours…'
'Wait a minute!' Chris said. 'You thought I was gay?'
'Well, yeah. Sort of.'
'Did it ever occur to you that I might just be dedicated to my career?'
Leslie shrugged. 'I'm in love with Sharon and she's in love with me. And it feels fantastic to be loved like that.' She said. 'Don't you want someone special in your life?'
'Yes but when I fall in love I want it to be with someone who has the appropriate appendages.' Chris turned and walked towards the cab rank.
Leslie didn't follow and went back into the club instead.
Chris arrived back at her apartment to find Cory sitting on the front steps.
'You do realize what tonight was?' Cory asked not looking up as Chris approached to unlock the door.
'No, what?'
'The premier of 'The Core'. You said you wanted to see it. We had tickets to go and see it on that fancy yacht thing.' Cory sounded really disappointed. In
Chris sighed. 'I'm sorry Cory, I forgot.' Chris unlocked the door and turned the inside lights on.
'How could you forget? I wrote it on your calendar.' Cory followed Chris inside the apartment.
Chris looked at the calendar. 'Cory, its June. My calendar is still on March.'
'We've had it planned for weeks.'
Chris put her bag down. 'I'm sorry. I just forgot. We can still go and see it in the cinemas.'
'Where were you anyway?' Cory stood with her arms folded.
Oh boy, Chris thought. 'I was at a club.' She said.
'Let me guess. You went with Leslie?' Cory said mockingly.
'She invited you too Cory.'
'I had plans!' She said. 'With you!'
'Well you didn't miss anything.'
'Oh and why is that?'
'Because Leslie and me and Sharon to La Vie.'
'The new club? I wanted to go there.'
'Trust me you don't.
'Why not? Because you hang out there now?'
'No, because it's a gay club.'
'A gay club?'
'Yes, you know where you get asked out by the wrong sex. Where all the guys with boyfriend potential already have boyfriends. Where you get to watch Leslie and Sharon get it on…together.'
Cory eyed Chris. 'You're saying that Leslie and Sharon are lesbians?'
'Yes.'
Cory shook her head. 'You know what I think Chris. I think you're only saying that because you don't want me to be friends with her. Because you don't want me hanging out with her.'
'Cory, I couldn't give a stuff who you hang out with. I'm just saying that it was a waste of time going to that club.'
'Whatever.' She said.
Chris threw her hands in the air. 'Well what do you want me to do Cory?' She said frustrated.
'I want you to be the friend I had a couple of weeks ago. The one who doesn't go off her brain because I went somewhere with someone. The one who shows up when we have plans.'
Chris rubbed her eyes. 'Look Cory, I'm too tired and too annoyed. I just want to get some sleep.'
'And the one who has time for me.' Cory said and walked out slamming the front door.
Chris groaned and flopped down on the couch. What a day she'd had, and it had just gone from bad to worse.
Cory left Chris's house in a foul mood.
She didn't want to go home just yet so she drove herself home and took a walk.
Her travels lead her to along side a pub where two men were seconds away from having a drunken brawl.
She approached them. 'What's going on?' She asked.
'It's my car and he won't let me drive.' One man slurred.
'You're too drunk.' The other one slurred even worse. 'I'm driving.'
'It's my car.' The first one said, pushing his friend.
'Hey!' Cory said to get their attention. She pulled out her badge. 'You're both too drunk to be driving. Give me the keys.'
The man mumbled a few words that shouldn't be repeated in a fan fic and handed over the keys.
'Good.' She said. 'Now how about I go inside and call you a cab.'
She walked into the pub and the two men followed her grumbling and complaining.
She procured a quarter from one of the men and used the pay phone in the pub to call a cab.
Whilst waiting for the operator to pick up she looked around and saw Leslie sitting in a table in the far corner sobbing.
The operator picked up and Cory ordered the cab, and then waited with the men until it arrived.
She handed the keys back to their owner. 'When you've slept it off you can come back and get your car.'
'Yeah, mumble mumble slur, mumble.'
Cory went back into the pub and over to where Leslie was sitting. She sat down next to her. 'What's wrong?' She asked putting a hand on her shoulder for support.
'Sharon and I had a fight.' She sniffed.
'Over what?' Cory asked.
'She said that…she said I liked you and Chris more than her. And I was spending more time with you two than I was with her.'
'Of course you are.' Cory cooed. 'You do work with us.'
'That's what I told her but she wouldn't listen.' Leslie said sobbing harder.
'It's okay.' Cory said and hugged Leslie. 'She'll come around. She's just jealous.'
Leslie put her arms around Cory and leaned her head on her shoulder. 'Sharon has been my best friend since forever.' She sniffed. 'We went to school together and we were roomies through college and now she hates me.'
'She doesn't hate you Leslie. She's just out of sorts. She'll get over it.'
Cory stayed hugging Leslie until her sobs had subsided a little.
Then Leslie let go and sat back in the chair. 'Sharon didn't want me to work here. She said it was too far away from Long Beach.'
'It's only temporary Leslie. You'll be back at Long Beach doing your thing soon enough. Just tell her how you really feel.'
Leslie leaned closer to Cory. Cory put her arms back around Leslie thinking she needed another hug.
It wasn't until Leslie's lips brushed over Cory's that she knew what she was doing.
Cory pushed her away. Chris was right. 'I'm straight.' She said.
Leslie put her head in her hands. 'I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking.' She looked back at Cory. 'It's just that you're really cute.'
'Thank you, I think.' Cory said. 'Look, you're upset and a little seedy. How about I call you a cab?'
Leslie nodded.
Cory made sure Leslie was on her way home before she set off home herself.
Tomorrow she was going to have to call Chris and apologize for not believing her…and for being a little jealous that Chris had a friend other than her.
The situation between Leslie and Sharon had sounded too familiar for her liking. Chris thought Cory liked Leslie more than her. And Cory thought that Chris was spending more time with Leslie than with her.
Cory was going to take some of her own advice, tell Chris how she really felt.
The knocking on the door woke Chris from a deep sleep the next morning. She rolled off the couch and looked at the clock. 7 am.
Moaning, she dragged herself down the hall stopping for a quick look in the hall mirror.
Not a pretty sight, she thought mentally reminding herself to take off her make up before falling asleep next time.
Not the she really cared. Whoever was disturbing her at this hour of the morning wasn't worth getting dressed up for.
Chris opened the door squinting through the sunlight to see Tc leaning against the doorframe giving her the once over.
'Good party was it?' He asked.
Chris rolled her eyes. 'What do you want?'
'Palermo wants us down at the station.'
'Why?'
'He didn't say.'
'Why didn't he call?'
'He did.'
Chris looked over at her answering machine. Sure enough there was a message for her. 'Let me guess, he's pissed off right?'
'Just a little. After all, I was the only one of the four of us he could reach.' He patted Chris on the shoulder. 'Don't worry though; I don't mind winning brownie points with him.' Tc tugged on the strap of her dress. 'You'd better get cleaned up and changed. We have to meet at the station in 15 minutes and I have to get over to Cory and Leslie's to find out where they are.'
It was after Chris had shut the door that she'd realized what he said. Cory AND Leslie weren't answering their phones. Could it be?
