Their first week of law school had gone by without much excitement. Nothing life-altering had happened to them and they had gotten lost more times than they'd like to admit. Casey and Serena were given more homework than they had expected, especially from Professor Stuart's class. They knew he had a brilliant legal mind, but they began noticing how he made his assistant Abbie do all of the work. She had only seen her twice and she hadn't spoken a single word to her outside of class, but Serena was already obsessed with Abbie. Casey gave her a hard time about it, but Serena barely noticed. She was too busy talking about how sexy Abbie's voice was even if it was a bit raspy, how adorable her dimples were when she smiled, and how toned her legs looked. Casey never actually saw it happen, but Serena swore that Abbie winked at her during their lecture yesterday. Winking was something Casey could never picture Abbie doing. She'd never admit it to Serena, but Abbie scared the hell out of her. She seemed strict, overly confident, and like she had absolutely no respect for the opinions of others. Whenever one of Casey's classmates made a comment, Abbie would never hesitate to argue with him or her. Maybe it was her way of preparing them for life after law school, but Casey couldn't wait until the semester was over so she wouldn't have to see her anymore.

That Thursday night, Casey and Serena decided to go out to celebrate the fact that they had survived their first week of law school. Surviving their first week really wasn't a challenge, but they were so bored with their lives as first-year law students that they decided to mix things up a bit. They had originally planned on going to a local bar and grill, but Serena suggested that they venture into the city, preferably the gay part of the city. A new bar with a primarily lesbian clientele had just opened up and Serena couldn't wait to flirt with the women of Boston. Casey wasn't that interested in meeting women, but she was in no position to turn down a night out.

When they entered the bar, they realized it was a very low-key place. Everyone there was dressed casually and Serena started to regret her miniskirt, tube top, and boots. Casey was grateful she had decided on dark jeans and a green halter top. It wasn't considered dressy by most people's standards, but for a former college softball player dark jeans and a halter top were a far cry from the usual warm up clothes or a uniform.

"You look so easy," Casey teased.

"Good," Serena responded. "I haven't gotten laid in six months and I want to make sure every woman in here could sense that. Oh, women of Boston, I am yours to ravish."

"You're complaining about six months?" Casey asked in disbelief. "Try a year."

Casey expected Serena to comment on what she had just revealed, but Serena was no longer paying attention to her. Her eyes were fixated on a woman and Casey had a feeling she would be going home without Serena that night.

"I knew she was gay!" Serena said excitedly. "I knew it!"

"Who?" Casey asked, following Serena's gaze. "Is that Professor Stuart's assistant?"

"Tall, dark, and gorgeous? Yeah, that's her."

Serena was trying to work up the nerve to go over there and say hello, but before she could even leave her barstool, Abbie was already walking over to them.

"She's coming over here," Casey said playfully. "Your dream woman is coming over here."

"What do I do?" Serena asked. "What do I even say to her?"

"How about hello?" Abbie whispered into Serena's ear. Serena was taken aback, but that didn't worry Abbie. She knew she had her right where she wanted her.

"How much did you hear?" Serena asked.

Abbie winked at her. "Enough to know you're nervous about talking to me."

Serena was right; she winks, Casey thought as she observed the two of them.

Abbie started staring Casey up and down and Casey didn't know if she was sizing her up in front of Serena or what she was doing, but it was making her incredibly uncomfortable.

"You look familiar," Abbie said as she continued to look at her.

"You're my professor's assistant," Casey responded, wondering if Abbie was drunk. "You've seen me twice already."

"Obviously," Abbie said sarcastically. "But I've seen you somewhere else. What school did you go to?"

"University of Arizona," Casey responded quickly. "Did you go there?"

"No, I went to Texas, but—oh, that's it!" Abbie said excitedly. "You're a softball player! I saw you on TV. You won the championship last year and you looked so cute in your uniform. I watched the game with my best friend and she said you have a cute butt."

Casey was rendered speechless. She felt bad that Abbie was focusing on her instead of Serena, but she had a feeling that Abbie had an ulterior motive for talking to her about softball.

"My best friend is waiting for me at one of the booths and I hate leaving her alone. It's un-southern of me," Abbie said and winked at Serena. "It's also un-southern of me not to invite you ladies to join us."

"Oh, it's okay," Casey told her. She knew how much Serena wanted to be with Abbie, but she didn't like where this was heading. She didn't want to spend the rest of the night making small talk with Abbie's friend while Abbie and Serena had sex in a bathroom stall.

"Tell you what," Abbie began to say as she slowly ran her fingers up Serena's arm. "Why don't you two think about it and if you change your mind, I'll be at the booth in the corner."

Casey noticed Serena staring as Abbie was practically strutting toward the booth. While on her way over there, she quickly stopped to talk to two other women and even kissed one on the cheek.

"She's a womanizer," Casey warned Serena. "Look at how everyone reacts to her. It seems as if these women aren't themselves. Either they go out of their way to impress her or they leave this place crying because she's broken their heart. I've noticed this in the thirty minutes that we've been here."

"It's not like I want her to be my girlfriend, Case," Serena pointed out. "If she's slept with so many women, she has to be good, right? I'm going to play her before she plays me."

"Fine," Casey said and got a grip on Serena's shoulders. "But why did you have to drag me into this?"

Serena gave her a pleading look. "You're my wing woman. Besides, what if Abbie's friend is hot?"

"The friend is never hot," Casey told her, wishing she could shake some sense into Serena.

"Please, Case. Do this for me? I really need to get laid tonight and it's not like you have to have sex with her friend. Just have a couple of drinks and make small talk while Abbie and I get each other off really quick."

"You owe me big, Serena, and I mean big."

"I'm so good that it scares me," Abbie told Alex once she was back at their booth.

"If you were good, they'd be here," Alex pointed out.

"You know nothing about women," Abbie told her. "They're not just going to come to the table with me because that would make them look easy—even though the blonde one is totally easy. The blonde already wants to come over, but she has to pretend she doesn't care either way. If the blonde comes over, her little redhead friend has to tagalong."

"And you're sure they'll come over?"

"This is my area of expertise, Alex. Besides, I can already tell blondie is wet for me."

"But what if Casey doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm a jerk for spilling coffee on her? What if she—"

"Alex," Abbie interrupted. "You're absolutely beautiful and if she isn't into you, then I will give up sex tonight just so I can console you while we eat Ben & Jerry's and watch Working Girl."

Alex finally started to perk up. "I love Working Girl."

"There you go. Either way, it's going to be a good night, Alex."

Oh, Abbie, I hope you're right. Please be right, Alex thought as she saw Casey and Serena walk over to their booth.