“Which one?”

            “Don’t remember her face…” Dean said. “Just remember her bum…”

            Sam boxed her shoulder. “You have a thing for butts don’t you…”

            Dean grinned. “Hey, you’ve got a set that would turn heads too…” she said. “Don’t you think so, Brooke?” she turned to look at Brooke whom she knew had been watching her and Sam all along.

            Turning red at the unexpected question, Brooke immediately dropped her gaze to her bowl of ice cream. Was she too obvious?

            “I wouldn’t know, Dean… You’re the expert…” she managed to mumble.

            “Carm? Lil?”

            “I guess so…” Carmen said while Lily nodded.

            “I guess you’ve noticed how her suit emphasizes her curves…” Dean tugged Sam up to stand beside her. Her hand gestured down the length of Sam. “Come to think of it, don’t you think she looked a tad too beautiful just for a dip in the pool…?”

            Sam squirmed in Dean’s hands but she kept a firm hold of her shoulder.

            “Do any of you know why she looks so beautiful today?”

            “Ooh!Ohh! I know…” Lily yelled from the water, raising her hand like she was waiting for a teacher to call on her.

            “Yes, Miss Esposito…?” Dean asked, pointing.

            “I think cause she wants to attract a certain someone’s attention…” Lily said.

            Sam shot an alarmed look at her, panicking at the path this conversation was taking. Her friends wouldn’t really blow her cover would they? After years of friendship, they would allow Sam just the smallest scrap of dignity right?

            “I think Sam was hoping that someone would finally notice her…” Carmen said. “A special someone…”

            “And do we know the name of that special someone, Miss Ferrera?” Dean asked.

            Sam shot her hand up to slap the back of Dean’s head but she was quick to duck and grinned mischievously at her.

            “I don’t remember…” Carmen said, biting her nails thoughtfully. “Let’s see, could it be…”

            “You guys…” Sam begged, while her eyes darted to see Brooke was eyeing them curiously.

            “I think it rhymes with hook…”

            “Crook…” Lily said.

            “Shook…”

            “Book…”

            “I’m back!!!”

            The nasal announcement from inside the house interrupted them. A few moments later, Mary Cherry appeared with a full laden bag draped on her shoulder.

            “What have you got there, Mary Cherry?” Sam asked; for once in her life felt like kissing the blonde Texan’s webbed feet for her impeccable sense of timing.

            “If we’re gonna have a party…” Mary Cherry dumped the bag she had been carrying on the table. “We gotta have the spirits…” she began to retrieve various type of liquor from the bag. “Any special requests?”

            Hours passed, bottles emptied and the sun began to settle in the far horizon casting a yellow shadow over the landscape. The pool lights were lit, giving the water an iridescent green glow, and someone had put on a disco tape into the stereo.

            Brooke opened her eyes groggily. She rubbed her eyes and then her temples, as she could feel the hangover taking over her. She looked around and saw Carmen asleep in her seat, Lily staring up into the sky, counting the stars, Mary Cherry sitting on the edge of the diving board, singing to herself, Nicole watching something in the distance and Sam between Dean’s legs.

            What?