A/N-Sorry this update took a little longer. But here it is.
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_Chapter2
`Normal POV_
"Nine nine nine nine nine …" Alex repeated over and over as her eyes followed an attractive latina girl walking past in gym shorts and a sports bra.
Ashley couldn't help but agree and admire the curvy body that was all sweaty and hot and on display.
"Ooh! Eleven o'clock!" she exclaimed, jerking her head in said direction.
The asian girl followed her best friend's line of gaze to find a cute blonde that winked at them.
"God, I love gym!" Alex grinned,
"Amen" the brunette smirked.
Yes, they were indeed perving at the gym. But hey, who in their right minds wouldn't? There were hot girls walking around in nothing but bras and belts, oh, sorry, shorts.
And shirtless males.
Ew.
"Well, you're on your own buddy, I'm getting me some spanish" Alex quipped, hopping off the treadmill she was previously running on to chase after the eye-candy.
Half an hour later, Alex emerged from the locker rooms, a stupid grin fixed on her face. She almost walked past her partner when Ashley yanked her back mercilessly, making her connect to the tiled wall beside her. Alex though, didn't seem to care and the brunette rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Good?" she asked even though she already knew the answer.
"Better, she's a sex kitten"
"Great, now let's go. You're making dinner tonight"
"Alright, pizza night!"
…
"Let's get outta here"
"Yes please"
The two best friends spun on their heels and attempted to rush out of the gay club they had just stepped into, but alas, nothing ever went their way when it really mattered.
"…Ash, is that you?"
"Alex Parker?"
Both women stopped and turned around very slowly,
"Oh…hi! We didn't see you there!" Ashley exclaimed with a fake smile.
Sophie and Angela Stevenson stood there in their 3-inch heels and sexy little dresses, smiling widely at the two detectives.
Never, ever, sleep with sisters.
Never.
Because when you try to get rid of one, both of them come at you.
Ashley and Alex learned that the hard way.
"So, you two still interested-"
"Must've been something I ate," Alex began, hand holding onto her stomach tightly.
"I gotta go to the restroom" and the 24 year old zoomed off with just a glance at her partner before she was lost in a sea of people.
"So Ashley-"
"Oh my god, that's my brother!" the brunette pointed at someone she didn't know and pushed her way through everyone to get to the other side of the club.
Honestly, she didn't even have a brother, let alone a gay one at that.
She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she pulled the device out, reading the text from Alex.
'Im so outta here' it read.
'u n me both' Ashley replied, heading for the exit which was also the entrance.
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The top half of Alex's body was almost sprawled on the bar as she swung her empty corona bottle from side to side between her thumb and forefinger.
"I can't believe you took me to a straight club" she muttered, cringing at the images of girls grinding with boys.
So not attractive.
"Alex, we get more straight girls than guys do, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't feel like working my charm tonight"
The brunette rolled her eyes and flagged down the bartender for another two coronas.
It was the only thing they drank.
Ashley continued eyeing potential hook-ups on the dance floor when she spat out the small mouthful of beer from her mouth. The liquid landed on her best friend's face who swiped it off with a hard glare.
"Mind telling me why you just spat at me?" she demanded.
"The ten from the subway"
"Who?"
"The hot blonde that slapped me!"
"Oh, where?"
"There trying to get away from drunk boy"
"…You gonna go sweep her off her feet with your stupid moves?"
"No, I'll just watch. I don't mind seeing him get bitch slapped by her"
"She's definitely a ten, but a fifteen when she's angry"
"Ditto"
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"Let's get outta here cutieee" the good looking man slurred, taking Spencer by the elbow.
The blonde rolled her eyes and snatched her arm back,
"No way"
Sure she was dancing with him for the past couple of songs but she was definitely not interested. It was quite fun to mess around with guys' heads and make them think that she wanted them.
But oh no, Spencer cringed at the idea of being with a man.
Because she was so gay.
Very very gay.
"Come on we'll have funnn…" he dragged out the last word ridiculously long until Spencer narrowed her baby blues and poked at his chest.
"Listen," she began,
"I am not going home with you" she pronounced each word through clenched teeth.
"But baby!" he reached for her again.
"I'm warning you buddy, if you don't let go of my arm, I will kick you where it hurts. Got me?"
"Oh, I got me a feisty blonde. Feisty…"
"Alright perv-boy, hands off" Ashley Davies stepped in and yanked his arm away mercilessly.
"And who're yer runt?" he narrowed his eyes and swayed on his feet.
"I'm the runt who's gonna kick your sorry ass if you don't back off" the brunette simply stated.
He ignored the threat altogether.
"Shut up, Ima goin' home with herrr!" he drawled, his eyes glassy and bloodshot.
"No, you will not" the detective said calmly.
"Yeah?" he challenged her, stepping closer so that Ashley could smell hiss less than great breath.
She wanted to throw up in his face, god what did he eat for dinner?
"Yeah" the brunette confirmed, pushing her leather jacket to the side, flashing her badge.
"…Bitch" he muttered, stumbling away as he continued cursing at the girl.
Ashley then turned to the blonde with her hands held up defensively,
"Before you kick me where it hurts, I was just trying to help" she tried,
"Actually, I just wanted to ask what you flashed him"
"Oh, this" the brunette showed her LAPD badge.
"Please tell me that's real or I'm gonna start freaking that you carry a fake badge around with you"
"Don't worry, it's a hundred percent real" the slightly shorter girl smirked.
"And just to be clear, not that I don't appreciate the help, but I could've handled that by myself"
Why did all the hot people have such attitude?
"I know; I just stepped in before it got too messy" she shrugged nonchalantly, adjusting her weight to one foot.
"Oh hey I remember you now-" Spencer began, a finger pointed at the detective.
"Glad you do"
"You're the perv who felt me up in the subway!" she exclaimed,
Ashley's almond brown eyes narrowed slightly,
"No, I did not feel you up; I thought we already went through all of this"
"And I am not a perv" she added as an afterthought.
Spencer simply cocked a brow in response and the brunette ignored the action.
"Well I think you should buy me a drink" the blonde stated.
"And I will do that because…?"
"Because that will be your apology"
"Hm…"
"So?"
"Ok"
The two had just made it to the bar when Ashley's phone vibrated in her pocket; she took the device out and flipped it open.
'Alright! Go get laid playgirl!'
The detective rolled her eyes at her best friend's stupid text and turned back to the blonde, resting an elbow on the bar casually.
"So do I at least get your name?" she asked with a smirk.
"If you get me the right drink"
Ashley leaned across the bar to get the attention of the bartender who gave said girl a flirty look before making her way over to her.
"What can I get you?"
"Uh, an abc for blondie and another corona for me"
"…blondie?"
"Well, you're gonna have to stick with blondie unless you tell me otherwise" Ashley shrugged, passing the shot glass over to the slightly taller girl.
Spencer couldn't hide the small smile spreading across her lips even as she lifted her drink up, she clinked glasses with the brunette.
"Cheers, officer" she husked.
'Oh god, I think I just came…'
"Cheers, blondie" she managed to say instead, taking a swig of her mexican beer.
"So…did I get you the right drink?" Ashley raised a brow expectantly once her prey downed the shot.
"Not quite. Wanna keep trying?"
The 24 year old leaned closer until their lips almost brushed against each other,
"Sure, why not?" she murmured.
.
By the end of the night, Spencer was leaning heavily against Ashley, giggling her pretty little head away as the older girl found her hands wandering the contours of her new interest.
"Are you feeling me up again?" the blonde laughed, trying to slap Ashley's hands away but failing terribly.
"Mhmm, I am" and she sounded damn proud too.
"I kinda like it" Spence smiled a drunken smile, tilting her head to the side.
"You make me horny" the brunette stated bluntly.
"I fell tingly all over too!"
"Let's go home and fuck"
"Ok"
Ashley Davies had zero charm when she was drunk but she still bedded girls like she ate skittles, and that was a lot.
So the two stumbled their way into a taxi where Ashley rattled off her address and then proceeded to kiss the life out of Spencer who she was still calling 'blondie'. They all but fell out of the vehicle after the brunette literally threw some cash at the driver who then sped off into the early morning. She wound an arm around the younger girl's waist and staggered unsteadily to her and Alex's apartment, kicking the door open. The wooden barrier almost slammed back in her face if she hadn't stopped it with her foot the last second but that didn't stop the giggles erupting from the two.
Alex poked her head out from her room and couldn't help laughing at the scene.
The only time Ashley ever got that drunk was when she and Alex decided to drink the night away purely for fun, no hook-ups-simply alcohol.
The blonde really did a number on her best friend…
With another quite chuckle, the detective retreated back into her room to enjoy the company of a redhead she had picked up earlier.
"Come on, this way…" she pulled Spencer in the direction of her bedroom.
The pretty girl's shoes flew off into the kitchen, her shirt found its way onto the sofa and her bra was left on the ground of the corridor before they finally managed to step foot into Ashley's room. Then, the brunette's skin tight jeans were thrown over the bedside lamp and her panties hung from the post of the headboard.
Their kisses were clumsy and wet but so good, even as they fell back into bed, their limbs tangled into a heap. Lips descended upon heaving chests and tongues touched across sweaty skin as heavy moans filled the air of the room. The bed rocked and continued banging against the wall, matching their hurried pace until all noise ceased within a second.
Ashley Davies passed out on top of an equally unconscious Spencer Carlin.
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Spencer woke up with a painfully throbbing head and squeezed her eyes shut to try and dull the pain.
No such luck.
It felt like someone was driving a hammer into her brain and she wasn't happy. But what made her freeze was the fact that she wasn't alone in bed. She could feel skin, as in someone was pressed against her naked skin. Naked. Skin. Bed.
She sprung up and immediately gripped her head in pain, groaning and cursing at whatever she could think of at the moment. Then she realised that she was topless; braless, anythingless that was supposed to cover her chest. Her baby blues then moved to settle on whoever was sleeping next to her and noticed that the girl was bottomless and actually had a very nice-no, bad girl!
And then it clicked.
She slept with a complete stranger.
What if she was some kind of axe-murderer or some…crazy stalker person?
With a panicked yelp, she kicked the brunette out of bed and covered herself with the surprisingly clean bed sheets.
The 23 year old heard a groan from the girl on the floor and almost felt bad, almost.
"God, hell's the deal?" a voice muttered, clearly annoyed.
A head of messy brown curls appeared from over the edge of the bed and Spencer found herself pointing an accusing finger at the sight of the woman's face.
"You!"
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