“Whatever, it’s not like you didn’t have any groupies,” Kelli retorts. “If I remember correctly, I think I heard about one even making billboards?”

“They were posters,” Shane corrects her. “And that chick was insane.”

“Didn’t you end up sleeping with her again after all that?” Bette asks.

“Yeah, but that was just to get it out of her system.”

“Slummin’ it, hey Shane?” Kelli teases her. Shane gives her a ‘shut up’ face that breaks into a smile.

“Oh, Kelli, what are you doing tonight?” Helena asks and receives a harsh stare from Bette.

“Nothing at the moment, what’s up?”

“Well…” she continues, with confusion towards the stare down she was getting. “I’m having a dinner party, would you like to come?”

“Sure, where is it?”

“It’s my house, my chef is trying out new recipes.”

“Sounds cool, how do I get there?”

“If you want you can come by around 5ish and hitch a ride with me, Jenny and Carmen?” Shane suggests and Kelli nods. “Cool.”

J, S, C House

Shane slides her key into the lock and takes a deep breath, preparing herself to enter the awkwardness. She opens the door to an empty living room and kitchen. She can see Jenny working on her laptop in her studio. She lets go of a breath and quickly goes to her room. She hears the water from the shower running. Shane puts her keys down on her dresser and rests against the door. Images taunt her mind, the water trickling down Carmen’s smooth, tanned body; outlining her perfect curves; glistening her silky skin; projecting her sexy tattoos; traveling to each crevasse, warming and teasing every inch of her body. She shook her head and clenched her hands. She knew being friends was going too be hard.

The water turns off and she can hear her step out of the shower. A few moments later the door opens and footsteps lead down the hall and into the room across from hers. Shane lets out a sigh and throws her jacket on her bed. She turns around and opens the door, swiftly striding to the washroom. She locks the door behind her and takes off her clothes to get into the shower.