The doorbell rings through the house, disrupting the now common silence. Tegan shuffles sluggishly to the door, peeking through the peephole. She opens the door and moves out of the way, letting the familiar face walk in.
"Hey Linds." Tegan greets her with little enthusiasm, shutting the door quietly.
"You look like shit." Lindsey observes, heading straight to the kitchen with the bags in her hands. She sets them roughly on the counter, pulling out the expensive bottle of vodka and carton of orange juice. She tips the other bag upside down and the many bags of chips and candy scatter around the counter. She tears open a bag of Skittles and pops one in her mouth. She holds the bag out, offering one to Tegan.
"Nice to see you too." Tegan responds sarcastically, grabbing a handful of the multicolored candy. Sure she hadn't showered in a couple days and was now sporting sweatpants and ratty shirts, but she didn't think she looked that bad.
"You're damn right it is. When's the last time you left your house?" She opens a cupboard and pulls out two tall glasses and a shot glass. She opens the vodka and pours one shot into her glass, and two into Tegan's, figuring she could use a little extra boost.
"I go out to get the mail everyday, thank you very much." Tegan takes the glass now filled to the top with orange juice and takes a sip. She recoils at the horrible taste. She hates vodka, and even though it was expensive it still tasted like chugging rubbing alcohol.
"Doesn't count. You need to stop playing the role of the sensitive, tortured artist who holes herself up in her house painting depressing, weird abstract shit while she's on 'vacation'." Lindsey takes a drink from her own glass. "It ain't cute."
"Thanks for the support." Tegan spits, grabbing the bag of pretzels and walking into her living room. She plops down on the couch and rips the bag open.
"Don't get pissy at me because I won't participate in this little pity party you have going on. She was a bitch and now she's gone, move on."
"Sara's not a bitch, she's sweet." Tegan squeezes the bag in frustration, crushing the pretzels to bits.
"Sweet?" Lindsey scoffs. "That's why you let her prance all over you, sucking you in with little hair move she did all the time, acting all shy and innocent. You were just her little experiment, and when it got too rough for her, she ran and apparently took any balls you had with her."
"She loves me. I know she does." Tegan mumbles, hugging one of the couch pillows to her chest. A reality check is not what she needs right now.
"Really? Then why is she almost 3000 miles away on the opposite side of the country with her mouth probably full of some guy's dick? If she loved you, she'd be here right now in your arms, instead of that pillow."
Tegan lifts the pillow, squishing her face into it. She lets out a painful scream and drops her head onto her knees, letting the waterworks flow.
Lindsey feels bad and walks over to the couch, sitting next to Tegan. She gently massages Tegan's back and speaks to the back of her head.
"Look, I didn't come over to make you feel bad but it's been almost two weeks. If she was coming back, don't you think she would have come by now? I just want the Tegan I know back. Don't you miss being a ladykiller? Come out with me tonight, we'll go get drinks, find some chicks. By the end of the night you won't even remember who Sara is."
"I am pretty good at picking up chicks, aren't I?" Tegan turns her head towards Lindsey, giving a small smile.
"Pretty good? You're great. Now cheer up, and i'll come help you pick out an outfit."
Tegan trudges up the stairs to her bedroom with Lindsey following close behind. They enter her walk-in closet and Tegan stands back, letting Lindsey look through her clothes. She rifles through the racks of tops, pulling out a fitted green v-neck and a black vest, tossing them at Tegan.
"Find a pair of tight skinny jeans. Show off that ass you got." She instructs. "And put on a pair of Converse."
"Can't I shower?"
"No time. Plus chicks dig the greasy look, makes you seem like you don't give a fuck and that you're rough." Lindsey raises her eyebrows, smirking.
Tegan scowls, stripping off her homely clothes. Girls that weren't into clean people didn't sound very appealing to her. But Sara was always clean looking and smelling, so maybe sleeping with the complete opposite of her will help.
Lindsey drags her back downstairs, looking much more desirable and tells her to finish her pre-game drink before they head out to all the downtown clubs and bars.
Tegan leans on the bar, swirling the ice around with a straw in her mixed drink. Lindsey had already found someone and was out on the dance floor with them. Tegan is so very tempted to leave. This doesn't feel like the right thing to do. She would feel like a cheater if Sara ever did come back, but at least Sara would be able to sympathize. And maybe Lindsey was right, Sara could have slept with multiple men and women by now. Tegan didn't believe any of it, she knew Sara wasn't like that. She did what she did with Tegan because of love, not because she was a slut or meant to hurt anyone.
"Hey." A taller, blonde girl says to Tegan, interrupting her from her thoughts. "I saw you staring at me from across the bar."
"Huh? Oh, sorry." Tegan says, blushing. She hadn't been staring, she must have just dazed out with her eyes on this girl. "You're attractive." She tells her, eyeing her up and down. She wasn't anything like Sara, dressed in a tight low cut tank top with her large, and probably fake, breasts half exposed and very short, equally tight skirt. This girl looked easy and willing, and Tegan didn't even have to approach her.
"I know." The girl responds cockily. She grabs Tegan's hand and slides it under her jean miniskirt. "I'm gonna run to the ladies room." She smiles, giving Tegan a look that she'll be really sorry if she doesn't follow.
Tegan watches as she walks away and through the bathroom door. She quickly downs the rest of her drink and hurries off after the girl. She opens the door to find the girl leaning on the door of the handicapped stall. She pushes the girl in, pulling the door shut with her, and sliding the lock into place.
Tegan continues to walk forward until they hit the wall, and she lifts the girl up onto the metal support bar, holding onto her waist. Leaning in, she takes the girls bottom lip between her teeth, sucking on it. The girl wraps her legs around Tegan, bringing and pressing their hips together. Tegan moves down to the girls neck, feeling her confidence start to seep back into her.
"Mm, what's your name?" The girl whispers breathily, digging her nails into Tegan's back.
"Tegan." She mumbles into the girl's neck, slightly annoyed. Was it really imperative that they know each other's names? She didn't intend to ever see this girl again, and talking was distracting her from the mental and physical release she was looking for, but she was polite anyway. "Yours?"
"Tegan's a sexy name. Mine's Sarah."
Tegan stops, detaching her lips from the girls skin and pulling away.
"Sarah? Your name is Sarah?" She rubs her temples, trying to lessen the pain from the headache that is soon to make itself known any moment now.
"Uh, yeah, is that a problem?"
"Kind of. I gotta go." Tegan darts from the bathroom and shoves her way through the crowd, roughly bumping into Lindsey on her way out. She sees Tegan's retreating running figure and excuses herself, following Tegan outside.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Lindsey asks, spotting Tegan against the wall, her hands covering her face.
"I was about to bang some bimbo in the bathroom and she fucking tells me her name is Sarah, and I bolted." Tegan explains, angrily kicking the brick wall. "God, i'm so pathetic."
"I've lost my mojo. It's gone. Gone forever. You might as well ship me off to a convent."
"Don't be such a diva. Let's just move onto the next bar and try to avoid anyone with the name of Sara. I don't want to have to fuck you myself."
"Why not? I'm totally hot."
"Yeah, but you're also a total basket case." Lindsey laughs.
"That's not true! I'm just a little ...intense sometimes."
"Yeah, that's totallythe word to use." Lindsey rolls her eyes.
Tegan catches the gesture and pushes Lindsey off the sidewalk. She laughs at her shocked face and takes off down the sidewalk, her laughter echoing through the street.
"Bitch!"