The SUV pulled into a parking spot at Grey’s and we started walking towards the door.  The two of us had idly chat on the short drive over, but I still couldn’t stop thinking that I had never seen Ashley look at me the way I did when I got in her car.  I’ve known she was into girls since the first day I knew her.  And she’d always jokingly told me that I’m hot and such, but I couldn’t help but think she was… blushing? 

Is that possible?

“That shirt looks really good on you tonight, Spence.  Is it new?”

Ashley’s voice interrupted my thoughts, but just cemented the idea further into my brain.

“Uh… yeah, I bought it last weekend when I went shopping with Mom and Chels.  And, thanks.”

I was trying hard not to let her know what was running through my mind.  We showed our fake-ID’s to the bouncer, and while he barely looked at Ashley’s, he gave mine a nice, hard look.  I was nervous, but I flashed him a flirty smile and he finally handed it back to me with a nod.  We went inside and found our ‘usual’ table.  As we sat down, Ashley started talking about the latest thing her Mom had done to piss her off, when a huge and evil grin crossed her face.  I knew our server for the night must have been headed to the table.

“Oh great.  I get to wait on the uber-dyke and her boring sidecar again tonight,” Madison sneered.

Ashley gave her a big smile and said, “Whatever, cheerbreeder.  You know you love it when we come in because no matter how much you hate it that I’m still rich while your dad is getting bled dry in court, you love getting tipped with Raife Davies money.”

It was true.  Though Madison and Ashley held a mutual hatred for each other, it was an unspoken agreement between the two that Madison wouldn’t rat us out for our fakes as long as Ashley kept leaving her fat tips.

“Ok, I don’t have time to listen to the latest summary of The L Word, so what the hell do you want to drink?”

“Vodka-cranberry and a Newcastle, please!” Ashley said, dripping with disdain and sarcasm.