Thirty minutes later Ashley was sprawled across her living room floor, a bottle of gin in one hand and her cell phone in the other.

“I should call her. I sh…sh…should call Spencer,” Ashley mumbled, inebriated beyond normal speech, “I’m…I’m going to…I have to call Sp-p-encer…right now.”

            Before Ashley had the time to dial Spencer’s number, the shrill ring of the doorbell sounded throughout the large loft.

“Shut up, I’m coming,” Ashley said, stumbling over to the door leaving in her wake a path of fallen and discarded objects.

“Ashley!” came the shrill voice of a romance discarded as the door swung open and in walked Melissa—one-stand Melissa.

“Oh hi. Why are you here?”

“Silly girl! I’m here to see you. Didn’t you get my call?” Melissa asked, walking across the foyer and into the living room.

“Yeah, I think so. Wait…who are you?”

“You can’t be serious.”

Ashley stared at her, her face completely blank.

“Whatever. Just fuck me. Maybe then you’ll remember my name.”

“Melissa! You’re Melissa, right?” Ashley exclaimed, a drunken smile plastered upon her face.

“Yeah, that’s right, superstar. Take off your suit.”

“Wait…w-w-wait. I can’t. You’re not Spencer.”

“No, I’m Melissa, remember?” Melissa asked, shifting her focus to undoing the buttons of Ashley’s suit jacket, “I thought we got that name thing down, hon.”

“You don’t understand, though. You d-d-don’t get. I’m with Spencer.”

“Who the hell is Spencer?”

“She’s…she’s my girlfriend.”

“Really? I thought you said you were single that night at the bar.”

“I was. We’re getting back together…she just doesn’t know it yet. B-b-but I’m gonna tell her.”

“Ashley, listen to me, babe. As long as you don’t have a girlfriend right now, then there’s nothing stopping us from doing this. So take off the rest of this hot suit and let me sober you up.”

Ashley slid off her pants, letting them finally collapse at her feet.

“Exactly. You can keep the heels on,” Melissa said, leading Ashley into her bedroom.

            Spencer laid in bed next to Rachel, reading a thick novel and munching noisily on pretzels. All in all she was pretty content with her life. She had a great fiancée, a great job, a great house…all that was missing was Ashley Davies. Spencer missed her relationship with the unpredictable brunette more and more everyday, but she didn’t know what to do. To be honest, she couldn’t just be friends with Ashley. They had too much history. They had been through too much together. Spencer feared that spending time with Ashley would stir up old feelings that she simply could no longer deal with. After all, Rachel was exactly what she needed. She was responsible, she was stable, she was mature…basically, she was the complete opposite of Ashley Davies.