Authors Note: I just wanted to thank all of you that have left me a review. Im actually shocked. Ive visited this site for years and have spent many hours reading fantastic stories, never having the confidence to post my own. Im not sure how it will go, but i'm enjoying it! I have already got a lot of this story written, but I would love feedback. I would love to hear where you all think this should go. Im trying my best to stay true to the characters, their mannerisms and language. Again, anything anyone could add I can definitely take constructive criticism. This will be a slow burn story. And a lot of mixed length chapters. Stay with me :) Hope you all enjoy the new chapter!
She arrived a few minutes before 9. The bar was now packed. Hoards of young twenty somethings ending their working weeks on a high. She entered the bar and worked through the masses of bodies. At 5ft 9' her height gave her an advantage to peer over the crowds. Where the fuck is she? Finally she recognised a crazy mane of hair on the opposite side of the bar. Nicky was talking a brunette, surrounded by a group of people. As Alex got closer she realised who it was. Lorna Morello. She slid up beside Nicky and propped herself up against the bar. Nicky hadn't noticed her. She lent in close to behind her.
"Straight girls, they fuck you up every time" she whispered.
Nicky slammed her beer down and quickly turned around to face her.
"Careful Nick, you'll give the girl from The Exorcist a run for her money" she smirked.
Nicky threw her head back in gave a throaty laugh before enveloping Alex into a hug.
"Well look what the cat dragged in, our little Alley cat"
"Fuck you Nichols". She grinned.
"I wish but I don't think m'lady would approve." She winked. " Definitely got some material stored up here for the wank bank ". She tapped her head.
Whilst in prison it wasn't unheard of for the two to occasionally get each other off. They tried for a while being girlfriend and girlfriend whilst Morello had a stint at being married, but Alex could never be bothered with the relationship, and Nicky was always trying to fuck someone else. In the end they decided to call it quits and remain friends.
"Vause, its so good to see you!" Morello added. She stepped around Nicky and give her a quick yet gentle hug. Alex and Lorna were never close, but Lorna was kind and caring, and finally it seemed, she was being good to Nicky.
Lorna walked back over to Nicky and grabbed her hand affectionately. Alex observed the couple. They looked right. Like they finally fit.
Smiling Nicky put her arm around her and cleared her throat.
"Actually, we have something we kinda wanna share with you kid. We knew you would be out soon so we wanted to wait to share the news with you". She looked at Lorna. Holding up her left hand she shoved it in the direction of Alex's face.
"We're getting married Alex".
Alex looked down at Lorna's hand. Holy fuck. A huge rock sat on her finger demanding full attention. She alternated looking up at their smiling faces and back down at their now entwined hands. Nicky stared at her expectantly. What the fuck do I say to that?
"Congratulations I guess". She turned to face the bar. Exchanging glances Lorna nodded at Alex, a silent gesture for Nicky to go over. Alex was distracted by attempting to get the bar mans attention. I need a fucking drink.
"What the fuck dude?". Alex sighed. "I mean are you jealous or something?." Alex snorted. Hell no.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Then whats with the cold shoulder Al".
"I told you not to call me that" she snapped.
Nicky held up her hands. "Wow stretch, wheres the fire".
Alex shut her eyes and exhaled. Calm down. She's your friend. She deserves happiness.
Straightening up she turned to face her. "Shit. I'm sorry Nick. I'm happy for you" she forced a smile.
Nicky eyed her sceptically.
"I'm serious. Im just antsy. You know thats really not my kind of thing. And I guess I just never thought it would be yours either".
"Yeah, you and me both kid. I've spent years trying to bag this one though Vause. And now I've got her, I don't ever want to let her go". She smiled and then picked up her beer and took a long swig. "You can't tell me theres never been at least one girl you may of entertained the idea of it all with? Just one girl you could drop your shit for and give her your all?".
Alex looked away. She couldn't let her mind go there. She wouldn't let her mind go there. She cleared her throat.
"Nichols i've been here 10 fucking minutes, where the fuck is my drink?". With that Nicky dropped the topic and pushed her towards the bar. In their haste she pushed her into a man waiting patiently to be served. He turned and eyed the pair.
"Woah steady girls, the nights only just starting".
"Exactly man, now let us to the bar". Nicky grabbed them both round the shoulders.
"Yo, yo!". She threw her hand up in and snapped her fingers. A young looking blonde slinked towards them. "How about some service?".
"Jack on the rocks".
"I'll have another". Nicky shook her beer. "A white wine for the lady, and for you kind sir?". She looked over at the man.
"The same thanks mate. And drop the sir, its Pete. Im actually here with a couple of girls".
"Thats great, we love girls" she said wiggling her eyebrows.
"I'll have also have a red wine and a margarita. And some shots!" he added slamming his fists onto the bar.
Across the room Polly was getting restless. "What is taking so long?".
She stood up and looked over the rows of people.
"What the fuck!?" she exclaimed loudly.
Piper jumped. "What is it?". She twisted in her seat and peered over the back of the chair.
Across the room she could see Pete standing with two women their backs turned.
"Its probably nothing" she sideways glanced at Polly.
"Probably?! I swear to god if..". Piper grabbed her hand. Fuck sake. I don't have time for this.
"Damn it Polly, calm down. Sit down, I'll go over and grab the drinks and remind him he has a wife. It'll be easier for me to see whats happening rather than you going over there all guns a blazing".
Polly took a seat. "Maybe whilst your there you could also remind him we had plans later for when we get home, and right now the likelihood of those plans happening is not looking very good". She scowled.
Piper rose from the booth. Loud dance music was blaring from the speakers. She was starting to feel the effects of the tequila. Tequila, my friend. She side stepped a couple ferociously grinding against each other, slipped past a group of young looking guys who were too obviously checking her out and stepped in behind Pete. She tapped him on the shoulder. He looked over his shoulder.
"Ahh Pippy! Want a shot?" He turned and retrieved on from the bar. She shook her head.
"Maybe you didn't get the memo, but your angry wife is over there. I think her ovaries are going to make her combust with jealousy if you don't go over there and do some major damage control".
"I was just being friendly, its the Australian in me!".
"Well if you were hoping of getting a "little" Australian in her i'd move your ass back over there now. Anyway where the fuck is my drink? Im to sober for this shit and Larry is late, again!". Makes a change for him coming early.
Placing the shot down he slid a glass towards her. "Here". He grabbed the wine glass and made a bee line for Polly.
Grabbing her drink she took a long slow sip. Mmmmm, thats it.
"It's a little cold outside for a margarita, don't you think?".
She froze. She slowly turned on the spot. Looking up from her drink her eyes roamed up a body she had so often studied. Eyes travelling up her legs, over her flat stomach, stopping momentarily at her voluptuous breasts, before finally reach her face.
Alex raised her eyebrow and smirked. Yeah Vause, you've still got it.