"About a year ago." Her face held a sobering expression as she began to recount her story to Spencer.

"Don’t get me wrong, I went out with lots of guys. And yes, that includes Aiden. But then I met her. She had the deepest, bluest eyes I had ever seen, and the way she touched me… I was so nervous around her it almost made me sick to my stomach."

Spencer took a deep breath. "And then you knew?"

"Hmp, not really, not then. But I realized." Ashley lost her attention to the paint peeling on the wall, almost forgetting she was telling all this to Spencer. "She was the love of my life, or at least that’s what I thought at the time."

"I, ah… so, where is she now?"

Ashley pulled a flask from her purse and topped off both of their drinks before continuing.

"Beats me." She glanced at Spencer who seemed to be waiting for a more informative response. "We broke up." Ashley noticed a half smile form on Spencer’s face.

"It’s okay though, it was a while ago now. Believe me, so moved on."

Spencer could feel the heat in her face and her stomach start to churn again, not sure if it was from the alcohol or the way she felt everytime she thought about Ashley.

Allowing the alcohol to betray her better senses, Spencer took the opportunity to speak her mind.

"So, you’re on the market?"

Ashley giggled, "yeah something like that."

They sat staring at each other for a couple of minutes. Each taking stock of the other and both knowing the butterflies were a mutual problem, but neither bothering to do anything about it.

"Ash, can I tell you something."

"Sure Spence. What’s on your mind."

"I, ah… well you see… I guess you could say…"

"God, would you just spit it out already!"

"It’s just, I really like you."

"Spencer Carlin, are you saying what I think you are saying?"

They had been getting closer and closer to each other on the couch, neither daring to mention their proximity, yet both enjoying the game.

Without her inhibitions, Spencer knew this was the best opportunity she would get to let Ashley know how she was feeling, and to figure things out for herself.

She reached forward and pulled Ashley in, gently kissing her. A little shocked, Ashley started to pull away before sliding her hand behind Spencer’s neck and letting her take her in.

A male voice sounded in the ladies bathroom. It was Aiden.

"Umm..Everything alright in their ladies? I’ve been out here on my own for a while now."

They realized they had left Aiden at the booth 15 minutes prior, but couldn’t take their eyes away from one another. Ashley jumped in, thinking quickly on her feet.

"Spencer’s not feeling well, we’ll be out in a few minutes."

Aiden started to turn from the door as he heard them both erupt into giggles. "Girls."

They stopped laughing. Spencer grasped hold of the front of Ashley’s shirt and pulled her back towards her. Ashley didn’t protest. She could feel a cool sensation trickle through her body as their lips met again.

Ashley pulled back, catching her breath. "Spencer are you sure about this. I mean, you’re a little drunk, is this what you want?"

"What do you mean? I’ve wanted this from the first time I saw you, I just didn’t understand then. And I’m not sure if it’s the liquor that gave me courage or what, but I’m glad I’m here."

She resumed kissing Ashley before moving her lips down the base of her neck and across her exposed shoulder. Ashley moaned.

"Spence, if you’re sure about this, do you want to get out of here?"

"But what about Aiden?"

"I’ll just tell him you’ve had too much to drink and I’m taking you home. It won’t be a total lie."

Spencer was hesitant. She wanted Ashley so badly, but she was still so unsure of what all this meant and how to cope with it all.

Ashley stood first and adjusted her shirt to the proper position before taking Spencer by the hand and leading her out of the bathroom.

"Aiden. I’m going to take Spencer home, the poor girl can’t hold her liquor."

"Are you sure Ash, I could drive her."

"Trust me Aiden, I think I will do it." A sly smile fell on Ashely’s face as she led Spencer out of the bar and into her convertable.