YES it is short. But... hmm... just read :) It will get better in the next chapter... i think goes to check Yes it does! Well, it definalty gets better in two chapters (9) because OMG FIT GUYS COME IN IT AND EVERYONE WILL BE DROOLING!

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Café et fraises

Chapter Seven

Pulling Part 1

'Please, please, please, please, please?!' begged Libby, literally on her knees, hands clasped together. 'We never do anything girly!' A week had passed since Adam had gone.

'I don't know, Libs,' Lucy frowned, pouring herself a glass of juice and leaning with her back against the counter. 'It's been ages since I've gone clubbing.'

'Exactly! All the more reason you should come,' the other woman replied, getting to her feet and grabbing Lucy's free hand. 'Plu-ease?!'

'Oh, all right, but I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear.' A manic gleam came to Libby's eyes and an hour later Lucy found herself in a rather revealing top, demin shorts and heels.

'Christ, I'm gunna break my neck in these,' the blonde hissed as she swaggered into the front room.

'No! Sway your hips. You're a fun loving girl, Lucy, now act like one.' Lucy swayed her hips, managing to walk with more balance. 'Perfect,' Libby smiled, who was in a similar outfit. 'We're ready.' There was the horn of a taxi outside.

'Where're you going?' Bovver frowned, only just pulling his gaze away from the match on TV.

'Clubbing,' said Libby promptly.

'Clubbing?' frowned Dave who was seated beside Swill; he was still staring wide eyed at Libs.

'Yes. Now, come on. We don't want to miss the taxi.' Another impatient beep. Seizing her best friend's hand, Libby tugged Lucy through Pete's apartment as Luce did her best to stay upright.

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'Okay, when did clubbing become some sort of code for pulling?' frowned Lucy as Libby giggled and batted her eyelashes at the nearest bloke.

'Live at little,' Libby smiled, pushing the cocktail towards the blonde Dunham girl. 'It'll only be tonight and then we can go back to being good little housewives.'

'Housewives? You can't even clean Henry's tank, let alone a house.'

'Yeah well, Henry does smell…'

'He's your fish. I knew you'd palm him off on me,' Lucy grumbled.

'I'm not palming him off on anyone,' replied Libs over the music. 'I just don't like cleaning him out.' She changed the subject. 'I think that guy likes you,' she said pointing to a guy with half a beard.

'What the fuck is that on his face?' laughed Lucy.

'It looks like he's stuck a dead mole on his chin.' The two girls burst out into a fit of giggles, before draining their Martini glasses and going onto the dance floor. Lucy found it easier to dance in the heels with a little practice but soon Libby was dragged off by some guy called 'Todd,' with big brown eyes and a weird haircut. Lucy left her to it, moving towards the bar for more drinks. By the morning, Lucy was worn out, pissed and felt like shit. Staggering through the crowd, she located Libby who had her tongue stuck down Todd's throat and grabbed her hand.

'I'm going home,' she called over the music. 'Coming?' Libby shook her head.

'I'm staying with Todd. See you tomorrow.'

'Hopefully.' Leaving the club, Lucy dodged all the dark allies before decided to call a cab after breaking the heel off one of the shoes.

Swill was still up when she got back. He helpfully held her hair out the way as she puked in the sink, his only words being 'Where's Libby?'

'With Todd.' And then she passed out on the sofa.

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Eww i hope she wears protection.. he had weird hair.