Author's Note:
Hahaha I apologise if anyone was expecting something to happen last chapter... I kind of feel bad now. Yes... Yes, I am trying to kill you... XD Nah, I'm just kidding. Soon!
Unfortunately, no, we won't be hearing what Casey got up to with 'Martha' for the time being. All will be revealed eventually, but as the story is from Ashley's POV rather than an omniscient narrator's, there is no way for us to know just yet.
Here's another reasonably long chapter for you all. In fact, the longest so far, if you must know. By a good 2.5k words actually. It seems it was an eventful night out ;)
It was quite challenging trying to convey the thought process of a drunk person. Nonetheless, this was a pretty fun one to write, and hopefully I've done the drunken mind justice haha I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)
Oh, Did someone say 'alcohol'?
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my imagination.
Chapter 16:
For once, Spencer and I aren't the first ones up today, which I'm actually glad about. After that exceptionally close call last night, I'm not really sure how to act. I mean, do I pretend it never happened, or what? I know she said it was okay, and nothing actually happened, but that was last night. Everything always seems so much more intense the morning after.
My question is answered when I finally make my way downstairs and Spencer acts like normal. At least there won't be any awkwardness...
The day is rather uneventful, until lunchtime rolls around, and Casey makes a suggestion.
"So, I was thinking... We haven't gone on a proper night out yet. Maybe we could hit up that club I was telling you about."
"Yeah, sounds like fun. You guys up for it?" I ask Spencer and Glen.
"I'm up for it!" Chase shouts. Casey throws a piece of bread at him.
"You're underage, idiot!" Spencer just chuckles.
"Sure, we'll go."
"Great! Hey, you guys don't mind if I invite Mel, do you?" I look at Spencer who doesn't seem to object.
"Uh, no, not at all. The more the merrier. You want her number to text her?"
"Oh, it's all good, I have it already." She does? I guess they exchanged numbers the other day at the beach...
"Oh, hey, why don't you invite Martha too? The quiet ones are always the funniest drunks."
"Uh... Yeah, she can't. She's busy tonight. She's helping her brother with something."
"She has a brother? Well what's his name? I might know him. If I remember him, it might jog my memory about her."
"Oh. Umm... Tim. His name is Tim." She seems nervous as she answers. I narrow my eyes at her. Why is she being so weird?
"Tim? I definitely don't know a Tim."
"No, well, he was older. Like, way older, so..."
"Right..."
The time finally arrives when we're ready to leave, kids all tucked into bed for the night. Of course, Mel turns up in a pair of rather fetching hot pants and a revealing top. I knew she would, so I've decided to join her bandwagon with my own pair of black shorts, a grey top, and a studded leather jacket, sleeves rolled up to just below my elbow. I top the look off with a pair of black heels and smokey eyes, my hair left loose and curly to do as it pleases. I am so rocking the rock chick look right now...
Casey's in a pair of black skinny jeans, a layered cream vest, and a blazer on top of that, a chunky necklace dangling from her neck. She's opted for heels as well, despite hating them. They probably won't last long to be honest.
Glen is... Well, it's Glen. He's a guy, so a pair of jeans and a decent looking shirt, and he's ready to go. Spencer however, is absolutely stunning. She's wearing a deep blue dress that cuts off just above the knee, her perfectly tanned legs made out to seem impossibly longer by her heels. Her makeup is done to perfection, as always, sans the night the girls helped out, and her hair is pinned up flawlessly, revealing her perfect neck, which looks oh so alluring right now...
I manage to keep my composure though, simply telling Spencer that she looks 'good', before we make our way to Dale's car. That's the good thing about SUVs... They're big. This one just happens to be a seven seater, if you clear everything from the boot and fold the seats up, so there's plenty of room for us. Fabulous!
After driving for about fifty minutes, we pull up outside a pretty modern looking club in the middle of a little town, a few people standing outside in animal costumes.
"This the place?" Dale asks.
"Yeah, I'm sure it is..." Casey seems unsure.
"This is definitely the place!" Mel smiles.
"Alright. Looks fun anyway... You guys have a good night, and don't get too drunk! I think I saw a cinema back there, so I'm going to see if I can catch a late night show; save me driving back... Give me a call when you're ready to go."
"Thanks, Dale!" The five of us clamber out of the car and make our way to the entrance, waving Dale off.
When we enter, the place is packed... Most people in costume. Man, why weren't we made aware that there's a theme? I'm made slightly uncomfortable as we make our way further in, when I'm sized up by a number of quite intimidating girls, all of whom look like they want to make a meal out of me. Glen doesn't seem phased though, as he throws an arm over both myself and Spencer.
"Well ladies, I will catch you later. Man, these women are fine tonight!" He makes his way into the crowd as I turn to Spencer.
"How long do you think it'll take him to realise this is a gay club?" She just laughs as the remaining four of us make our way to the bar.
When we get to the bar, we order a round of drinks as we take a look around. It looks pretty crazy to be honest. I take a better look at the costumes. Some are quite subtle, whereas others are pretty outrageous. There's a guy on the dance floor covered in tiger style body paint, wearing an orange thong and stripy tail. Oh, and there's a cute headband with tiger ears on top of his head.
There are others who just have a bit of face paint, tails, or ears. So it's definitely some sort of animal themed night. Safari maybe? I see a load of lions and tigers. Although I think I can see a shark there too... Wow, that fin looks awkward... I can see a mouse as well, and a few rabbits, and... Is that a gazelle? Okay, so maybe not safari. Maybe it's just the animal kingdom in general. I decide to call the bartender over to ask him.
"Hey, buddy!" He makes his way towards me, his tiger's tail swinging beside him. "So, we didn't quite get the memo, but I'm guessing there's a theme tonight, right?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"So, the animal kingdom, yeah?"
"Yeah. Predator and prey. Just to spice things up." He winks at me before turning to serve another customer. Oh boy... So that's why we were being sized up like pieces of meat when we came in. We haven't got costumes, so they're probably all assuming we're prey. Well this should be fun...
The four of us sit at the bar for a while, admiring some of the more adventurous costumes and talking amongst ourselves. Once I finish my drink however, I feel the alcohol already playing with my bladder, and excuse myself to go to the bathroom.
When I exit the cubicle and finish washing my hands, I'm accosted by a blonde slightly shorter than myself, dressed in very little and donning tiger ears and a tail. Man, these tigers are proving to be pretty popular tonight...
"Well hey there! Aren't you just adorable?" She runs a finger along my jaw as I lean backwards to restrict her reach.
"Uh... Hey..." I lift my hand up to brush her hand away.
"Oh, I could just eat you right up!" I let out a nervous laugh.
"Heh... Umm... Please don't. I don't taste too good. I eat a lot of salt..." She bursts out laughing.
"You're funny!" She takes a step towards me, biting her lip, backing me against the wall as I try to escape. "So what are you? You haven't got a costume..." She looks me up and down.
"Uh, yeah... I didn't realise there was a theme..."
"Oh. Well, never mind. We can just pretend. Rawr!" She growls as her face comes dangerously close to my own.
"Oh. Umm..." I keep my face out of reach, my hand shielding myself. "That's nice. Umm..."
"It's Nikki."
"Nikki. That's nice, but umm –"
"Nikki! Nikki, are you in here?" Oh Jesus, thank God! Someone has come to save me! I close my eyes and let out a breath, but when I open them again, I'm shocked to see another Nikki waltzing towards me.
"Ooh, who's the hottie?" she makes her way to my side where she examines me.
"Hey, sis, this is... I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?"
"It's Ashley," I cough out. I'm very, very uncomfortable right now.
"Ashley..." Nikki number two drawls. "I'm Kara."
"Oh, God, there are two of you..." I can't help but let my thoughts escape my lips.
"You bet your sweet ass there are two of us... You know what they say about twins, right?" I shake my head, biting down on my lip."Well... They say that usually there's one nice twin, and one naughty twin. I have to say though... In this case, they're both naughty..." She whispers the last part in my ear. Holy shit. I need to get out of here. What do I do?
"Umm... Oh my God, is this a gay club?" Time to put these acting skills to good use.
"What? Of course it is, silly! And you better grab your coat, because you've pulled. Twice." She licks her lips.
"Oh... Dear. There seems to be a terrible mix up!" They stare at me, confused. "Umm... You two," I put a hand on one of each of their shoulders, "are very beautiful girls, and I'm all for flying the multi-coloured flag, but... I'm straight. I'm very, very straight. In fact, my very straight boyfriend is probably standing outside wondering where I am. I think we may have got the wrong place. Sorry!" I make a move to escape the bathroom. "If you'll excuse me..."
I manage to make it out of the bathroom without being dragged back by the Olsen twins, not stopping until I reach the bar. Once there, I order a double and down it almost immediately. I pray to God that they don't find me again...
I look around to see if I can spot any of the others, but Casey and Mel have disappeared and there's still no sight of Glen. I scope the rest of the bar until I see a flash of blonde and spot Spencer near the end speaking to a leggy red head. The red head seems very interested and Spencer doesn't seem to be making any attempt to escape. Another drink then? Why not?
I order another when a tall brunette approaches me.
"You may want to slow down there, hot stuff..." Are you kidding me? Already? I've only just escaped Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee...
I turn to her, looking her up and down.
"And you are?"
"Brandy." Brandy. Right. Damn, if only Chase were here.
"Right. Let me guess..." I pull back for a second, pretending to think. I take her bushy tail and pointed ears into account as I make my assumption. "Wolf."
"Got it in one." She pretends to howl.
"Makes a change from all the tigers I suppose," I mutter under my breath.
"Sorry?"
"Umm... Your tail. It's nice."
"Oh. Thanks!" She smiles, taking the seat next to me. Apparently in complimenting her 'tail', I've invited her to sit next to me.
"Oh, please. Take a seat!" I gesture, sarcastically. I take a look over her shoulder to see Spencer is still talking to troll face over there. Is it unfair of me to refer to her as 'troll face' even though I haven't got a proper look at her face? Nah; if her dress sense is anything to go by, her face really won't be that great...
"So, you got a name?" Well that's a pretty silly question.
"Yes." I continue sipping on my drink.
"Well, aren't you going to tell me it?" I just stare over her shoulder,distracted by the couple behind her. "Okay, am I guessing then?"
"Uh, sorry." I'm brought out of my trance. "It's Ashley."
"Ashley? Well... That suits you." Wow, someone ought to tell this girl to work on her chat up lines, and what the hell is that skank doing, touching Spencer's arm like that?
"Uh... Thanks, Bambi."
"It's Brandy."
"Uh, I'm sorry... Brandy."
"It's okay. So, you come here often?" Seriously?
"Nope."
"I didn't think so. I'd definitely have noticed if you'd been here before."
"You would?" I'm disinterested as I take a larger gulp of my drink. I'm nearly done. Once I finish, I'll make my escape. Get some air or something.
"Oh, I'm certain..." She shifts closer to me then, reaching out to touch the hand that holds my drink with hers. Okay, time to make a move.
I swiftly down what's left of my drink and get out of my seat, not realising how close Brandy has actually got to me. I bump into her slightly before side stepping my seat and escaping from the other side.
"Where are you going?"
"Umm... I need some air."
"Oh, well, I'll come with –"
"No!" Whoops, that may have been a little loud. "I mean... No, it's fine. Really. Stay and finish your drink. I'll be back soon." Yeah, I'm not coming back.
"Okay, well hurry back!" She smiles at me. I mimic her as I throw her my own fake one as she waves me off. What is with these girls tonight? They're really taking this whole 'predator' thing to heart.
When I'm halfway to the exit, someone grabs my arm. I swear to God, if this is another tiger or wolf, I'll –
"Hey, Ash!" Casey pushes what looks like a leopard out of the way, dragging Mel behind her. "Ash, the girls in here are crazy! They're worse than the ones back home. Seriously; they're like dogs on heat!" Tell me about it; not that long ago, I was offered a threesome with twins. Twins. That's kind of gross when you think about it. I mean, they're sisters for crying out loud! "I've been hit on three times this past half hour!"
"Yeah, tell me about it..." I try to ignore the pang in my chest as I take another glance at Spencer and Supa Hoe.
Casey follows my line of sight.
"Oh God... Ash, you've got to go help her out..."
"What?"
"Go help her out! Look at her; she's shit scared of that girl! And rightly so; she looks like a walking STD..." She pauses as she stares at said STD for a second. "Ugh..." She's right actually. Now that I can see them more clearly, Spencer doesn't look as comfortable as I thought she was.
"And what am I supposed to do?"
"Just go over and pretend you and Spencer are dating."
"Excuse me?"
"Come on, Ash! Mel's already pretending to be with me, so I can't do it! Just... Go and save her!" I follow Casey's line of sight and see Spencer becoming more and more uncomfortable as the girl gets even closer. I sigh before giving in.
"Fine."
"Yes!"
"But you owe me... again." I start to make my way back to the bar. I need more alcohol for this.
"Again?"
"I haven't forgotten about the friendship card!" I call this over my shoulder as I get to the bar, ordering two shots.
Once my shots are ordered, I turn my head to see Mel looking confused as Casey presumably starts to explain to her the properties of the friend card. I turn to the bar as soon as my shots are placed in front of me, paying the barman before downing them in quick succession.
Wincing from the burn in my throat, I stand before making my way towards Spencer and Supa Hoe.
Once I'm beside them, I throw a protective arm around Spencer's shoulder and hold my hand out to the skank in front of me. She's really something... Just look at her, all scantily clad as she stares me out.
"Hi, I'm Ashley." She looks me up and down in a debasing manner before hesitantly taking my hand.
"Roxanne."
"Roxanne, huh? How about I just call you Roxy?" She keeps looking at my hand on Spencer's shoulder.
"Uh... Sure."
"Cool. So, Roxy, I see you've already met my girlfriend, Spencer." I smile at her.
I see Spencer giving me a weird look from the corner of my eye, so I squeeze her shoulder slightly in a bid to get her to play along. She clears her throat before bringing her right hand up and linking it with my own on her shoulder and leaning into me, her other hand stretching around my waist and landing on my side. I ignore the tingling.
"She sure has. Hey, babe, did you know that Roxanne is a dancer?" She turns to me, smiling.
"No! Really, Roxy? A dancer?"
"Uh... Yeah. How about I show you guys some of my moves?" She seems to be regaining confidence. Nuh-uh; back off, bitch.
"Actually..." I turn to Spencer, leaning in to her ear as I speak loud enough for my good friend, 'Roxy' to hear. "I was thinking... We never got to finish what we started earlier. How about we go to the bathroom and you can show me your moves?" I bite my lip to add to the façade.
"Ooh, I like the sound of that..." Spencer plays along, Roxanne's face dropping as she watches the pair of us. "Sorry, Roxanne; needs must..." She takes my hand. "Lead the way, babe!"
When we reach the bathroom, I'm thrilled to find that the twins are nowhere to be seen. However, when I lean against one of the sinks, I realise how tipsy I am already as the room blurs slightly when I move my eyes. How come when you're out drinking, you're always in the bathroom when you discover just how much of an inebriated state you're actually in? I probably shouldn't have started off that heavily. I haven't drunk properly in over a year since I was finding it hard getting over Paige, although I kind of needed it, the way I've been hit on tonight.
Spencer leans on the sink beside me letting out a deep breath.
"Thank you! Really! She was not going to take no for an answer..."
"No problem. I figured you could use a little help. The girls here are like a pack of hungry dogs on the hunt for a meal. Trust me, I had a most pleasurable experience before I spotted you getting sized up..." She giggles.
"You did?"
"Uh-huh... Let's just say two quite formidable ladies somehow got it into their heads that they would be indulging in an Ashley sandwich tonight..." She bursts out laughing.
"They did?"
"Yep. Twins too. That's what made it even creepier. The temptation just wasn't enough for me though. Looks like they'll be going to bed hungry..."
"God... Trust Casey to get us out clubbing on a themed night..."
"I know. Although costume-wise, it's pretty uneven if you ask me. All of the girls I've bumped into so far have been predators. Where is the prey?"
"Umm... I think that'd be us." She pulls a face.
"Yeah... You're not looking to get lucky tonight, are you?" Please say no.
"No. Definitely not."
"Okay, well then, we should be each other's beards!" I have to admit, I was sceptical when Casey first suggested it, but it felt pretty good to have my arm around Spencer in public.
"Beards?"
"Yeah! Like pretend girlfriends, to keep them away. We'll just stick together and if anyone comes on to us, we'll just act like a happy couple!" I. Am. A genius!
"Umm... Okay..."
"Great! Shall we?" I hold my hand out for her to take.
"Are you drunk?" She narrows her eyes at me.
"Pffft, no!" She takes my hand then, but just as I make a move to get to the door, I trip over my own feet.
"Wow!" Spencer catches me before I hit the deck. "Slow down there. Maybe we should get you some water."
"What? No! I'm fine! It's this floor..."
"Right..."
We eventually make it out of the bathroom when I decide I'd like to hit up the dance floor with my 'girlfriend'. I drag Spencer to the centre and start pulling some shapes I'm sure are smooth and sexy. They must be, because a pretty cute fox soon wangles her way behind me and starts grinding against me, her arms floating around my waist area, but not touching me.
I see Spencer watching as I turn to face her, Foxy taking this as encouragement to move closer, but I hold my hand up and shake my finger before pushing away slightly. I move towards Spencer before wrapping my hand around her waist and giving Foxy a look. Spencer mouths the word 'sorry' to her before biting her lip as she wraps both of her hands around my neck, pulling me closer so my other hand has to join the other around her waist.
Foxy throws Spencer an envious look before disappearing into the crowd, probably to find some willing prey. When she's gone, Spencer and I just look at each other before bursting into laughter.
Instead of pulling away, we decide to make the most of this pretend girlfriend thing, continuing to dance in our own little bubble as we ignore the surrounding crowd.
When a slow number comes on, the pair of us just giggle before Spencer smiles and puts her head on my shoulder. After a minute or so, I turn my head so my nose is nuzzling the spot just behind her ear. I automatically close my eyes as I take a deep breath, inhaling that familiar scent of strawberries and vanilla. Maybe it's just the alcohol, but my head is spinning right now, and the way we're standing sends a flush of heat throughout my body that makes me want to grab Spencer and drag her to the nearest bathroom.
Without thinking, I lower my head from her ear and press my lips against her neck. It's just a chaste peck. The next one, not so much though. The alcohol has definitely made its merry way around my system, and I seem to have lost all rational thought as I press an open mouthed kiss further down, my tongue snaking out slightly to taste the sweetness of her skin. I feel as well as hear her breathing hitch, and she turns her head to look at me, my eyes hooded.
It's as if time stops as we continue to stare at each other, our bodies no longer swaying to the music. With another surge of confidence, I lean in, ready to claim her lips with my own, but am knocked to the side by a strong force.
"Hey, you! I thought you said you were straight?" Oh God, it's these two again. One of them is standing in front of me right now with her hands on her hip as the other looks Spencer up and down.
"Uh...I..." I may sound like an incoherent fool right now, but it's the only response I can come up with. The rocket standing in front of me arches her eyebrows.
"What's wrong with you? Cat got your tongue?" No, but Spencer would have if you two hadn't have shown up. "For a straight girl, you were looking pretty cosy with her just then."
"Yeah, who is she anyway? Like wouldn't you rather come play with the two of us than this bimbo?" Spencer is taken aback by psychotic twin number two's outburst and stands with her mouth open for a second before taking a step forward.
"I'm sorry, but who exactly are you?" She looks down at the girl who refuses to back up.
"I'm Nikki. Who are you?" Spencer throws her a smug grin before stepping beside me, linking my hand with hers.
"I'm Spencer; Ashley's girlfriend." She emphasises the last part as both girls' faces soften somewhat.
"Your girlfriend?" The twin I assume to be Kara questions me. "But you said you were straight." Spencer speaks for me then.
"She did? Oh, that's good. That's just something we use as an excuse if we're not together and some skank tries it on with us. Clearly, she's too loved up with me to even think about accepting your offer..." They just stare at Spencer who smiles at them before finishing them off by planting a kiss on my cheek and leaning in to me, pulling my arm around her shoulder. I decide to follow Spencer's lead and just smile as the pair of them walk off, defeated.
When they're out of sight, Spencer turns to me.
"So... An Ashley sandwich, huh?" And just like that, we're back to laughing.
Soon after Twingate, we're called over to a booth by Mel and Casey who managed to snag it after standing around waiting for its previous occupants to leave.
"So how are you guys finding this place? It's pretty fun, right?" Casey seems to be a little drunk herself as she struggles to find the straw to sip on her drink. Eventually though, her lips find it and she slurps happily.
"Umm... Yeah, it's... Interesting. The people are very colourful." Spencer answers for us.
"I know, right? Hey, you should so try these cocktails! They're amazing, right, Mel?" Mel nods.
"To die for."
"I'll pass, thanks." Man, Spencer doesn't seem to be drinking much tonight.
"Ash?"
"Sure. Pass it over." She slides the glass across the table and I take a drink. "Holy shit, what is this? It's like a party in your mouth!" Casey and Mel burst out laughing as Spencer bites her lip.
"I know, right? You want one?"
"Duh!"
"Okay, I'll be right back. Spence, you want anything?" She looks at me before answering.
"Maybe just a water, thanks." Bore.
A few minutes after Casey returns, an excitable Glen shows up. It looks like he's been hitting it heavy too...
"Guys, guys! I want you to meet Fernando!"
"Fernando?" The four of us turn our heads to be greeted by the site of a burly looking, but definitely as gay as they come, chap standing beside Glen with what looks like a fake bear draped over his shoulder, the head being worn as a hat. That's creative.
"Well hello there, Fernando... Come, sit!" Casey invites him to sit with us, scooting up to make room for him at her and Mel's side, meaning Mel and Spencer have to move around too, Spencer's side flush against mine as Glen slips in beside Casey followed by Fernando.
Of course, I find this hilarious. Glen has found a new friend who so blatantly wants to make him his bitch, but he's totally oblivious... The alcohol in my system, now boosted by the delicious cocktail I'm sipping on, obviously multiplies the hilarity of the situation tenfold, so as the others launch into conversation, I'm hiding my head in the crook of Spencer's neck sniggering, not caring about our close proximity in front of the others; all my inhibitions are going swiftly out of the window at this moment in time. I'm in my own little happy bubble.
Despite seeming pretty damn sober, it seems as if Spencer can't help but laugh along with me. We've been hanging out a lot these past few days, and it's gotten to the point where we occasionally morph into a pair of fifteen year old school girls, dissolving into fits of giggles, initiated simply by the other's laughter. It's a vicious cycle, really.
"Ashley, shhhhhhh!" Spencer turns her head towards me, whispering in my ear, smile still gracing her lips.
"Shhhhh!" I mimic her, bringing my finger up to my lips, until laughter claims me again.
"Ashley, just how much have you had to drink tonight?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." I tap her lightly on the nose, causing her to chuckle.
"I think someone's a little drunk." She smirks at me.
"Yeah? Well, I think someone isn't drunk enough. Come on, Spencer, drink up!" I hold her drink up to her, which she accepts gratefully, sucking through the straw as I hold it in front of her. "What are you drinking anyway?"
"Coke."
"Coke? What, straight?" She nods. "Spencer, where's your sense of adventure? I thought there was at least a single vodka in that, come on! Here, have some of my cocktail; it's delicious!"
"No, Ashley, really."
"Spencer!" I give her what I think is a pointed look, but she's resilient.
"Ashley, no. As soon as you stumbled in the bathroom earlier, I knew you were already well on your way. I figured it'd get worse... And I was right. One of us needs to be the responsible one tonight, and honey, it really isn't you..." She looks at me pointedly, although with a hint of a smile.
"Wait..." I hold my hand out in front of me. "Are you saying I'm not responsible?"
"What? No, Ashley! I know you are very, very responsible." I nod in agreement. "You're just a little bit drunk, and I think someone needs to look after you..."
"Oh..." I nod again, but stop as I give her a cheeky smile. "Will you look after me?" I arch an eyebrow as she chuckles.
"Yes, Ashley, I'll look after you."
"Cool. So uh... Your place or mine?" I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
"Ashley. You're drunk. Besides... We're both staying at Pam's."
"Oh... Yeah..." I pause for a second. "Well then, you'll just have to come to my room." I'm so confident right now. And I know I'm damn sexy. She could never turn me down...
"Oh, really, now?" She does this cute little head tilt as she grins at me.
"Yep." I pop the 'p'. She opens her mouth to say something, but she's cut off by Glen, who's shouting over the table, encouraged by an enthusiastic Fernando. Pffft, Fernando! I dissolve into another fit of giggles.
"Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" Glen pauses as he sees me laughing, Spencer trying to get me to calm down. "Hey, what are you laughing at? Don't think I can take it, huh? Well, I know for a fact you can't!" Oh, is that a challenge? Well, I accept!
"Pfft, I can't? I could drink you under the table, buddy." I emphasize my point by finishing off my drink and slamming the empty glass down on the table. Spencer puts her hand on my arm.
"Ashley, I really don't think you should be drinking anyone under the table tonight..."
"Spencer..." I turn to her for a second. "It's okay; I've totally got this."
"Ashley..."
"Alright, you think you're a big shot? Fernando, bring me some shots." Man, that was a bit demanding. Glen's obviously the dominant one then...
"Ooh, ooh, I wanna play! I wanna play!" Yeah, I could totally whip Casey too...
"Alright. Make that three of us then..." Fernando makes his way to the bar, returning with tray of shots, a gaggle of his bitches following behind, keen for some entertainment. He places a line of shots in front of each of us. How many are there? Like ten? Twelve? I don't know, but I've so got this.
"Ten shots each. First person to down all of theirs is the winner."
"The winner? Ooh, what do we get?" Casey's such a big kid.
"Umm... Our pride? I don't know, man. I never thought that far ahead..."
"Pride's good for me!" I announce. "Whatever pride you've got left, prepare to lose it, because you," I point to them, "are both going down." Spencer has her head in her hands. Why? Is she upset or something? Let me whip these two and then I'll speak to her.
"Yeah, yeah; you're all talk. Let's just go already. Alright, who's umpiring this shit?"
"I can do it!" Mel shouts. "You ready?" We nod. "Okay... Three... Two..."
"I can't watch this..." Spencer seems anxious.
"One... Go!"
I keep myself focused on the shots as I down them one by one, not bothering to check how Glen and Casey are doing. By number six or seven, I feel a bit squeamish, pausing for a few seconds as I try to regain my composure.
"Are you okay?" Spencer asks. I simply grin and give her a thumbs up before moving on to the next shot. I slow down then, lifting my gaze to see Casey struggling as Mel comfortingly strokes her back. Someone doesn't look too good...
I look down to see she's only on her fifth shot, but I'm distracted by Glen's hand as he reaches down and lifts another shot to his lips, shaking his head once he downs it.
"Ashley... Maybe you should stop. Casey has." I glance back to see Casey shaking her head at the four remaining shots in front of her.
"No. I can win this. Look, I only have... Two more left. I'm a pro!" Glen slams his penultimate glass on the table before howling like a wolf. I take this opportunity to down my last two in quick succession, gagging slightly as the remnants of the final shot make their way to my stomach.
"Woooo! We have a winner!" One of Fernando's friends shouts as she lifts my hand in the air. I stumble slightly as I get to my feet and take a bow.
"What?" Glen's so disappointed. "But I thought I had you..."
"Too bad! You snooze, you lose!" I stick my tongue out at him before slipping back into my seat as elegantly as possible. As the others converse amongst themselves, I lean in to Spencer. "So... What do I get as my reward?" She grins at me.
"Water." She slides the glass of water she had Casey fetch earlier, in front of me. I just shrug as I accept the straw she holds to my lips after lifting the glass for me.
Fernando's actually a pretty cool guy. He's very funny. A good part of our night has been spent acting like idiots on the dance floor; all of us, and right now, I'm partaking in some heavy grinding with Fernando, although occasionally, we throw a bit of what we think is decent Salsa in there, just to be different. It's great fun!
As Fernando spins me around once more, he leans in to my ear.
"So what's Glen like?"
"Huh?"
"Glen. What's he like?"
"Uh... He's funny! A sucker for a good looking girl, but he's a fun guy!" I start to giggle. "The first time I met him, he hit on me! Isn't that funny?" Fernando doesn't look impressed as he stops dancing. "Hey, why'd you stop? Come on, spin me!"
"He hit on you?"
"Yeah. He thought I was straight, pffft!"
"Wait, he thought you were straight? So he's straight?"
"Duh." Fernando then walks off in Glen's direction.
"Hey, where are you going?" I sigh as I look around for Spencer. Last time I saw her, she was dancing with Mel; it seems they've hit it off. As soon as I spot her, I smile, heading straight towards her, but I'm stopped by hands grabbing me from either side.
"Where's your girlfriend now, huh?"
"Spencer! Spencer!" I try to call out to her as I'm dragged away by twin tigers. Thankfully, Casey isn't too far away and I manage to get her attention as I'm held against my own will.
"Ashley? What the hell? Hey, you two! Leave her alone!" She stumbles forward and tries to free me from their grasp. She's unsuccessful, so calls out for someone to help. "Hey, somebody get me a bucket of water to throw over these witches!"
At that second, someone stands on Nikki's foot, causing her to screech out and let go of my arm. I take this opportunity to grab the nearest drink from someone's hand and throw it over Kara. I'm disappointed that there's no effect though.
"Hey, Casey, it didn't work." Casey just stares at where I threw the drink as I feel a sharp pain across my cheek.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you just did that! You can forget about getting lucky tonight, bitch! The only thing you'll be getting is a black eye!" She lashes out at me, shoving me over so I land on the floor.
It takes me a second to be able to see relatively clearly again, but when my vision is somewhat lucid, I see Casey and Kara having a mean catfight, Mel and Nikki trying to pry them away from one another.
When I look over to my left, I see Glen being shoved by a furious Fernando, things getting a little bit intense. I decide not to get involved anymore and just close my eyes as I sit on the floor. I'm feeling pretty tired.
My eyes are only closed for a second before I'm dragged to my feet by a hysterical Spencer.
"Ashley, get up. We need to get out of here."
"What? But I'm tired..."
"No. No, you're not tired. Come on, let's go." She throws one of my arms around her shoulder while hers goes around my waist, and helps me over to the exit, leaving me with one of the bouncers. "Stay here, okay?" I nod. "I mean it; don't move!" Then, she disappears off into the crowd again.
I turn my head to the heavily built, bald-headed man beside me wearing all black. I reach out to play with his ID card, reading the information that's printed on the front.
"Bradley, huh?" He just stares at me. "Well, Brad... Come here often?" I grin at my own joke. Of course he comes here often; he works here! Brad doesn't seem to find it funny though; his expression hasn't changed once.
"Okay, keep moving, let's go..." Spencer pushes an intoxicated Glen in front before grabbing my left hand. In her other hand is Mel's, who's holding on to a giggling Casey. I'm dragged along with them, but not before I give my good friend, Brad a pat on his lovely smooth head and say goodbye.
We're brought outside of the club and down the street before rounding a corner where Glen decides to sit down on the curb.
"Glen, please stand up." Spencer pleads with him.
"Spencer, I'm really tired right now. I think you should just let me sleep." Actually, that's a very good idea. I join Glen on the curb and put my head on his shoulder.
"Nuh-uh. Ashley, up." Spencer lifts me up by my arm.
"Spenceeeerr! I'm sleepy!" I whine.
"Look, Dale's just around the corner with his car. Glen, you need to get up." She turns to Casey then. "Casey, what are you doing?"
"There's a stone in my shoe..." She's standing slapping her shoe against the side of the closed coffee shop we're outside.
"Spencer, I'm really tired. Just get Dale to come get us," Glen slurs.
"Hey, Spencer!" I put my finger on her lips. "Blow!" She doesn't do anything. "Just blow! Make a noise!" She does, and I use my finger to pull her lip down every so often, making a hilarious noise. I stop to giggle, finding this highly amusing.
"You know what... I'm glad I decided to stay sober tonight. God knows what would have happened to us had I been in the same state as you guys..." She pulls out her phone, swatting my hand away as I try to get her to make the funny noise again. "Dale? Yeah. Yep. No, we can't get there. We just can't, it's not possible. No, we walked for a bit. We're just down the road to the right of the club, around a corner. Okay, yeah. Thanks. See you soon." She turns to the four of us. "Okay, Dale's coming now." She shakes her head, smiling. "You guys are sooooo drunk."
"And you are sooooo hot." I lean in to whisper this sexily in her ear. She smirks slightly.
"Well you definitely won't be feeling too hot in the morning, that's for sure..."
Soon enough, Dale pulls up and gets out of his car.
"Jesus. What have you done to them?" Spencer just shakes her head and smiles as Dale hoists Glen into the back seat of the seven seater. He seems to be asleep and is just like a rag doll as he's buckled into the very back. Casey is put in the middle row, followed by me, then Spencer, and Mel is in the front, chatting animatedly to Dale about the events of this evening.
"It was so fun! I wish we would have known about the costumes; it would've been fun to dress up... Have you ever seen a landshark? Like an actual shark that walks on land?"
"Uh, no. No, I don't think so..."
Casey turns to me then.
"Ash, Ash! Where were you in that club? I hardly saw you! You're my bestest friend!" She hugs me tightly. "I love you so much...You know that, right?"
"Of, course I know that, Case! And you're my bestest friend!" I kiss her cheek. "And I love you so, so, so, so much too!" We both giggle.
"You know, Ash... I thought those two trolls were going to kidnap you. I was so sad. I thought I would never see you again..."
"Jesus! How much did they have?" Dale asks an amused Spencer.
"Well... Glen, Casey and Ashley decided to have a competition to see who could down ten shots the quickest. Glen and Ashley managed to down them all, but Casey only got six. I think Mel might have finished the rest of hers off for her... Although Ash was pretty buzzed before they even started, so she's definitely had the most..."
"Shit... They aren't going to be feeling too good in the morning..."
"Nope. I'm sure they'll feel horrible. Funny though."
"Ha, yeah!"
Casey seems to have fallen asleep, so I lean into Spencer in an attempt to do the same thing.
"Mmmm, you smell nice..."
I'm awoken by Spencer shaking me.
"Ash... Ash, come on, we're back at the house. You have to get up so we can get you into bed." I turn to speak to Casey, but am horrified to find that she's not there, and neither is Mel. Even Glen is missing from the back. In fact, I'm the only one in the car.
I jump up, startling Spencer.
"Casey! Where's Casey? And Glen! And Mel! Did they get them? Oh God, they got them, didn't they? I need to go and rescue them. Where's Dale? Dale! I need him to drive me there. Or you can do it! Just get the keys. Dale!" Spencer puts her hands on my shoulders, stopping me from my drunken pacing.
"Ashley, sshhhhh! You'll wake everyone up. Now slow down."
"I can't, Spencer! They have them! You don't understand; Casey's my best friend!" I start to get upset, a single tear falling down my cheek.
"What are you talking about? Who has them?"
"The sluts, Spencer! The sluts! And Ferndinando!"
"Ferdinando?"
"Yes! Oh, God! What if I lose her, Spence? I can't lose her... And Glen! He's your brother! And Lucy's dad! Oh God, Lucy!" I'm in hysterics. When I get my hands on them, I'll –
"Ash! They haven't got them!"
"What?" The tears stop.
"They haven't got them. They're in bed."
"They're in bed?" She nods. "Well are they okay? Are they hurt?"
"No, they're fine. Well... Glen had a little accident on the way in and face planted the door, but apart from that, they're fine."
"Oh, thank God!" I throw my arms around her. "Thank you so much for rescuing them! Thank you!"
"Umm, it's okay... Ashley, you're choking me." I loosen my grip. "Alright, that's better. Come on, let's get you into bed."
It's a bit of a blur as Spencer escorts me to my room and helps me into bed. I'm even in my pyjamas by the time I properly come around again.
"Spencer..." I grab her hand. "You're really beautiful."
"Thank you, Ashley. That's very nice of you... Look, here's a basin. If you need to be sick, do it in here, okay? Goodnight." She goes to leave.
"Wait, aren't you going to stay with me?"
"No, Ashley. I have to stay in my own room."
"Oh. Okay. But can you come here for a second?" She sighs before complying. "No, you have to come closer. Look... Have I hurt my eye? It's really sore..." She leans down to get a better look, but before she can, I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her down to me.
"Ashley! What are you doing?" She pulls away.
"Spencer, stop teasing me! I haven't had sex in two years! Two years! There are cobwebs down there!"
"That's not my problem..." She smirks. "And how the hell am I being a tease?" Her expression changes to that of playful annoyance.
"Can't you help me out? Come on, it'll be fun."
"Ashley. You're drunk."
"Fine then! God, you're such a cock tease... Or vagina tease... Whatever!" She giggles before stepping towards the door again.
"Goodnight, Ashley." I just stick my tongue out at her before lying back down.
When she's gone, I notice my phone sitting on the bedside table. I wait a second before texting her.
Spncr,, com bckkk XCC
I hit send, not really paying much attention to my spelling.
She doesn't reply.
Spencr XXDS
Still nothing.
Spener XSXXXXXXX
Nope.
Sencer XXXXCXCCfr
I keep texting until a figure appears in my doorway.
"Stop texting me, Ashley."
"You came back!" I hold my arms out for a hug, but she ignores it.
"Only because you wouldn't leave me alone. What do you want now? And don't even think about trying it on again, because it's 3am. I am not in the mood. I need sleep."
"But I thought you liked me." I pout.
"Yes, I do like you; very much, but you are very drunk right now and I'd rather not go there when you're like this."
"Okay."
"Great."
"Can you just hold me then?"
"Ashley, I can't stay. Pam has rules, remember?"
"Spencer... I'm lonely." She sighs.
"Fine. Move over." I do as she says, letting her scoot in behind me.
When she's under the covers, I grab her hand, moving it around my waist and pulling her so she's flush against me.
"Ashley?"
"Yeah?"
"Aren't you going to turn off the light?" Oh. No, I'm not.
I roll over so I'm facing her, our faces inches apart.
"Ash..." She warns.
Her face is really beautiful. I really want to touch it. So I do. I reach up with my right hand and stroke her cheek.
"Spencer... You have a lovely face." I slap on the charm. "Your eyes are so beautiful, but..." I squint as I try to see more clearly. "Why are there four of them?"
And then it goes black.
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A/N – So... Did that live up to your expectations? Who else loves drunk Ashley? It's tempting to just make her an alcoholic and have her be like this all the time, but alas, I won't do that. P.S. Didn't I tell you I was tempted to give Roxanne and Brandy cameos? Well, I just did! BOOM! :P Pity Chase wasn't able to meet them. Legal drinking ages and all...
Anyway... that's bound to be one hell of a hangover, right?
