It was getting close to midnight, and I'd had just about enough of Disney movies. We were up to the third one in a row, now, and I think I could happily go the rest of my life without seeing another. But Cat had wanted to watch them, and she had been so sad and distressed when she turned up at my place earlier, that there was no way I was telling her 'no.' As bored as I was, she at least seemed to find some comfort and enjoyment in them - after several hours of her curled up against me, clutching Mr Purple to her chest as we sat through an inane and silly mixture of animated and live-action features, she was in a much better mood.

I must have dozed off, because next thing I knew the warm bundle leaning against my side was shifting, and then I noticed that the credits were rolling and Cat was making her way into the kitchen in search of snacks and/or beverages. I had thankfully missed the last part of the movie, but in return gained a stiff neck from where my head had been leaning back on the couch. Yay me.

I was shocked into full wakefulness by the ringing of my doorbell. I stared at the door in surprise, wondering who would be calling this late at night, and suddenly remembering that with my parents away for the weekend and Trina on a date, me and Cat were the only ones in the house. As I debated what to do, Cat strode past behind me towards the front door.

"I'll get it!"

"Cat!" I called after her. "Don't just go opening the door this late at night! We don't know who it could be! It could be a pervert, or a serial killer, or a monster! This is how horror movies start, you know!" But she had already thrown the door wide open. I jumped to my feet and rushed forward to see who it was.

"Hi Jade!" Cat exclaimed excitedly, then stepped aside. "Come in!"

I caught a brief glimpse of Jade standing on the porch beyond Cat, before she swept inside, breezing past the redhead with a casual "Hey Kitty Cat," before stopping in front of me and dropping her purse nonchalantly on the couch. She crossed her arms and looked at me with that devilish smirk that I always find both sexy and frightening at the same time. "Hey Tori."

"Umm… Hi?"

"So which one am I?"

"Huh?"

"Which am I? A pervert, a serial killer, or a monster?"

Oh. She'd heard me. In my defence, I hadn't known it would be Jade West standing on my porch at midnight knocking (well, ringing) for admittance, a predatory smile on those full, luscious lips as she licked her fangs (Little pig, little pig, let me in…) But at one time or another I'd thought that all three of those labels may have applied to her.

"Umm… Why are you here?" I asked, as Cat closed the front door and went back to her place sitting on the other couch.

Jade shrugged. "I wanted to get together with Cat. When I texted her she said she was here. So here I am."

I frowned. "You wanted to get together with Cat at midnight on a Saturday night?" I gasped as the realisation hit me. "Oh my god! Is this a booty call?! This is a booty call, isn't it?! You wanted to 'get lucky' with Cat tonight! At my house?! What, am I supposed to just leave you two alone to 'do it' on the couch while I head upstairs to bed?! Or perhaps you want me to take the couch while you two get the bed? Don't you think that's a little outside the boundaries of what friends normally do for each other?"

"Okay, one," Jade began counting on her fingers, "I didn't know Cat was at your place until I called her just now. Two, nobody said anything about you having to leave…" She paused to leer at me suggestively. "And three, you and I aren't friends, so I don't give a damn about your…" here she made air-quotes with her fingers "…'friendship boundaries.' If you don't want Cat and I getting it on in your crib, you're welcome to take her place… I'm so tense right now I honestly wouldn't care who got me off."

"Oh real nice, Jade! You really know how to make a girl feel special."

Jade threw back her head and groaned. "Ohh God, Vega! It's not like I'm dating either of you! I don't have to be nice."

"You do if you want to get lucky tonight!"

Jade's gaze snapped back to me, and a cheeky grin spread over her features. "Oh, so there is a chance that you'll be taking Cat's place?"

I blushed hotly. "No! That wasn't what I meant!" Okay, so maybe I'd been considering it just a little. I glanced at Cat for help, and found her looking at me with a wounded expression.

"Would you really kick me out so you could take my place and 'get it on' with Jade?"

"No! I'm not going to kick you out or take your place! Look," I gave both of them what I hoped was a stern glare, "there will be no kicking out of anybody, and no 'booty calling' or 'getting it on' of any kind! Jade, you are welcome to stay the night if you want, but we are just going to sleep."

"God Vega! You're such a party-pooper."

"It's my house and I'll poop the party if I want!" Wait… What?

Jade snorted and then completely cracked up with laughter, and Cat began laughing so hard she rolled onto her side and almost fell off the couch.

"Okay, that came out sounding way stupider than I thought it would." What is it about being around Jade West that makes me perpetually have my foot in my mouth?

After several awkward minutes of me standing there silent and embarrassed whilst the other two laughed their asses off, Jade finally got control of herself and said, "Well Vega, if you and your pooping…" here a little snigger, "…are gonna twatblock me, at least offer me a drink to help take the edge off. And I'll just have to make do with a few minutes of 'alone time' in the bathroom with Cat's vibrator." She turned to Cat. "So which one did you bring?"

Cat looked away sheepishly, hands fidgeting in her lap. "Actually, I left in kind of a hurry, and I forgot to pack one."

My mind finally caught up to the conversation they were having. "Wait! You normally bring a vibrator to sleepovers?!" This night just kept getting stranger and stranger. "Like, to use on yourself, or someone else?"

"Just myself," Cat replied matter-of-factly. "Sometimes - well, a lot of times - I have trouble sleeping, and having an orgasm relaxes me. So when that happens, I just pop into the bathroom for a, you know, 'quickie' with myself."

My mind was busy being distracted by deliciously naughty thoughts of Cat in the bathroom buzzing away with her vibrator every night (how many times had she done that here, during our own sleepovers?), that all I could come up with was, "No wonder you go through so many batteries…"

"You have no idea!" she proclaimed emphatically.

I shook my head to try and dispel the distracting images. "God! How is it that within minutes of Jade walking through the door we've gone from Disney to dildos?!"

"Vibrators," Cat corrected. "There's a difference."

"I know there's a difference!" I hissed. "But seriously Jade," I challenged the brunette. "Do you deliberately set out to make every conversation X-rated?"

"Jade brings the sexy with her wherever she goes," Cat stated matter-of-factly.

"You're a fine one to talk Vega," Jade shot back at me, "what with your fondness for scatological humour."

"I didn't mean for it to come out that way!"

"So you're saying you normally don't mean for your poop to come out at parties. So it's an accident then? Well that's great, but I wish you could get your mind out of the gutter and stop all this potty talk."

"No! I wasn't talking about… Aargh! Never mind! No matter what I say, you'll find a way to twist it!" A short while ago, I had been so relaxed I was falling asleep on the couch with Cat. Then Jade had walked in and almost instantly reduced me to a flustered mess, giving me a bad case of verbal diarrhoea, so to speak. Great! Now she's got me making scatological jokes! No one else I had ever met, nor likely would ever meet, could frustrate and confound me as much as she could. Yep. Jade was one-of-a-kind, that's for certain.

Meanwhile Cat had been watching the exchange between us, eyes darting nervously side-to-side, a retrieved Mr Purple clutched protectively in front of her. "Sometimes you two give me anxiety," she said in a slightly scared voice.

Jade broke off her intense staring match with me to quickly glance at Cat, then back to me. "So where do your parents keep their liquor stash, Vega?"

"Right-most cupboard in the kitchen," I answered without thinking. Wait… What? A minute ago, Jade was delighting in verbally humiliating me, and now she was striding purposefully past me into the kitchen in search of illicit alcohol. Yet again her lightning subject change had left me in her dust, my mind playing catch-up to my mouth (I really should try and reverse that process), as I back-tracked over the recent conversation to figure out how we had gone from 'potty talk' to Jade rummaging through the cupboards for my parents' small supply of liquor. Had Jade backed off because our heated verbal exchange was upsetting Cat? That had to be it. I know she wouldn't have stopped out of consideration for me. Yet again Jade had surprised me, her usual cruel facade cracking to allow an act of kindness towards Cat to slip through. I wondered what other good things lay under the apparently vindictive surface of Jade's personality. I hoped one day to find out.

"Aha!" came the triumphant call from the kitchen. I turned around just in time to see Jade stand up and turn to me, proudly holding up two bottles. "So I'm guessing the vodka is your Mom's, and the tequila belongs to your Dad - the drink of a true Latino!"

"Jade! We can't drink those!" I exclaimed, finally reconnecting my mouth with my brain. (Did I mention I really need to work on that?)

"Why not?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Because we just can't! It's wrong! We can't steal my parents' alcohol!"

"Because it's wrong!" She said back at me, using the exaggerated voice she uses to mock me. "Because stealing is wrong!"

Cat gave a little giggle beside me. I shot her a glare and she wiped the smile off her face.

"And," I continued, "because they'll know we took it!"

Jade shrugged. "We'll just blame it on Trina."

"What?! We can't just blame it on Trina…" I stopped short, remembering all the times Trina had broken stuff or made a mess around the house and tried to blame it on me. "Actually, I'm okay with that… But how?"

"Does Trina still have dance class on Sunday morning?" Jade asked.

"Yeah…"

"I'll sneak into her room and hide the bottles in there while she's out. When your parents notice the bottles are missing, they'll ask both of you about it, you'll both deny it, then your parents will search your rooms, then Trina will be busted and you'll be home-free." She put on her mocking Tori-voice again. "Then you can go back to being a good little girl!"

I ignored her mocking, thinking that I'd found a flaw in her plan. "But what if Trina finds the bottles before my parents do?"

Jade had the answer: "Then she either tries to get rid of the evidence herself to avoid being busted, or she accuses you, in which case you run straight to your parents and tell them that not only did Trina take their alcohol, she then tried to frame you for it. Either way it ends badly for her and well for you. Besides, Trina never cleans her room; it's a mess. She's not going to find the bottles before your parents go in there looking."

"You just thought of all that right now? The whole plan?"

Jade gave me a devilish little smile. She truly was an evil mastermind.

"How do you know Trina's room is such a mess, anyway?" I asked.

"Sometimes I like to wander around your house."

"Like… when we're all here for a movie or games night?"

Jade shrugged again, and her smile turned truly evil. "Sure, if that's what you need to tell yourself…"

A chill went down my spine at the thought of Jade somehow gaining illicit entry to my home. She had to be just saying that to freak me out, right? Right? I swear, it would not surprise me if one day we found out that Jade actually was sired by Satan…

The black-haired devil-spawn placed the vodka and tequila on the table, took some soda out of the fridge, presumably to mix with the vodka, and then started looking for glasses, whilst Cat hopped up and went into the kitchen to join her.

"Wait!" Something else had just occurred to me. "We can't drink down here."

"Why not?" asked Jade.

"Because if Trina's date goes badly - which most of them do - she could be home early, and then she'll see us and have the evidence on us, instead of the other way 'round."

"Okay," replied Jade. "Let's take this party upstairs to your bedroom then, Vega."

"Yay!" cheered Cat. "Sleepover party in Tori's room!"

"We were going to do that anyway, Cat," I said.

"Oh. Right. But now Jade's here! So, yay! Sleepover party for three in Tori's room!"

I wasn't even sure there'd be enough room up there in my bedroom for all three of us. But Jade and Cat seemed determined to have a party of one kind or another tonight, and neither one of them looked inclined to leave any time soon, either separately or together, so I couldn't see any other option. Cat had really seemed to like the idea of a sleepover tonight, and to be honest, so had I. I didn't want to kick her out, or upset her by kicking Jade out. (I wasn't even sure I could kick Jade out if I wanted to.) In light of… recent events, I thought me and Cat were working our way back towards some kind of equilibrium. But then Jade had turned up, with her horniness and her obnoxiousness and her suggestiveness - bringing the sexy, as Cat would say - and totally thrown out that equilibrium. It was like, me and Cat could act as friends when it was just the two of us, but adding Jade into the mix caused some weird sexual chemistry to manifest between the three of us. Jade had come here for sex - either from Cat or from me or from both of us, I wasn't sure; Cat could very well be horny because she forgot her vibrator(!); and me - well just being around Jade and Cat (together) seemed to be having an effect on me (in light of 'recent events,' I'm guessing) - as much as I wished (did I really wish?) I could deny it.

As I helped Jade and Cat gather their belongings, as well as the alcohol and a small selection of accompanying food and beverage snack items to take upstairs, I wasn't sure what would happen when we got up there. A part of me really wanted - maybe needed - to have a normal, simple, friendly sleepover. And to go back to being normal, simple friends. That part thought that cramming three horny, tense girls together in a small bedroom with no parental supervision, lots of alcohol, and only each other to relieve said tension, was a really bad idea that could only lead to more trouble. The other part of me remembered what I'd been doing with those same girls a week ago. That part longed for a repeat of those enjoyable activities, wanted to provide affection and comfort to Cat (who probably needed it right now), desired a closeness to Jade that otherwise seemed to always elude me, and craved the touch of both of them. I didn't know which part would win. I didn't know which part I wanted to win.