Ashley watched as the party scene came in and out of focus. Meanwhile, Chris… Actually, maybe it was Mike…or Biff… or Clancy? Hah. She was not really concerned with what his name was at this point. The important thing was that this upstanding young fellow was trying to convince her that she wanted to come upstairs with him. To talk. Yeah, she’d never heard that one before. The alcohol she’d consumed earlier in the night was making it unbelievably hard to focus on what he was saying. Or it could have been the alcohol she drank that morning. It also could have been the weed she had smoked throughout the day. Eh, who knows? As she felt him slobbering on her neck, she sobered up a bit.

She tried to sound resolute, “Hey!” He looked up from his task of sucking on Ashley’s jaw. “I’m gonna go.”

“Oh, come on, babe. We were just starting to have a good time.” He supported his point by running his hand drunkenly up her side.

“Yeah, about that…” Ashley muttered.

“Just come upstairs with me. I’ll make it so worth it.” He grabs her hand and starts to guide it toward his crotch.

Ashley pulls her hand free. “Sorry, you’re just not my type.”

His ego had been bruised. Cue the insults, “Well, from what I’ve heard about you, you aren’t too picky.”

“Man, fuck you!”

“No, fuck you,” he was closing the already almost non-existent distance between them. “Damn cocktease!”

Ashley pushed him away. As he started to come back at her, someone stepped in between them.

“I think you should leave her alone,” the blonde said firmly, blocking Ashley from the drunken boy’s reach.

“And I think you should mind your own business and let us deal with ours,” he said seething.

“Well, she pretty much is my business.” Spencer put her arm around Ashley. “That’s usually how it works when you’re dating someone.”

“Man, whatever, “he started to walk away. He looked back at the girls and bitterly exclaimed, “Fuckin’ dykes!” His outburst was punctuated by the slam of the patio door.

Spencer removed her arm from Ashley’s shoulders. “Such a charmer, “she said with her hand over her heart. “You’ve always known how to pick ‘em, Ash.”

“Yeah, I sure have.”

Spencer wondered if that was supposed to be a dig at her. She had been Ashley’s choice at one time. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind.

“Well, I’m going to head back inside and find Glen before he offers my seat in the car to some girl in a tube top.”

Ashley laughed, while Spencer wondered how much of Ashley’s oddly lighthearted attitude was because of the joke and how much was because of the alcohol coursing through her veins.

Spencer turned around and started for the glass door to the house.

“Hey Spence,” Ashley called out. “Wait up. Let me get you a drink. After all, you did save me from the clutches of that jock strap.”

“Ash, while I appreciate the sentiment, we’re at a kegger. I’m pretty sure I can find something to drink all by myself.”

“I know." Ashley was a bit flustered by Spencer’s rebuff of her offer. However, she recovered quickly, "But this is my friend’s house. I know where all the best stuff is. Unless you like the piss water that they’re trying to pass off as beer?” She finished her question with a smirk.

“Alright, alright. You’ve made your point. Lead the way, Ms. Davies.”