Everyone turned to look at Alex as she walked in the room. Marissas face lit up and she went to hug Alex. They held a tight embrace until Alex spotted Seth watching them over Marissas shoulder. Seth, whip that dirty smile off your face, Alex said as she let go of Marissa.

Please, dont stop on my account, Seth replied in his witty banter way. Summer promptly smacked Seth up-side the head.

Thank you, Alex said to Summer with a smile.

Well, now that were all here, Ryan began, I suppose we should go mingle with the elite of Newport.

Seth chimed in with his sarcasm, Or we could have an orgy, he suggested. Summer again smacked him, harder this time, near his gut.

God Cohen, do you ever stop thinking about *****? asked Summer.

Not when we have two hot lesbians in the room.

Smack him again, Alex told Summer. She gladly carried out Alexs suggestion with another jab to his gut.

Lets go Cohen! Summer said, taking his arm and pulling him off the bed, I am not leaving you alone tonight.

Oh joy, replied Seth as she pulled him out of the room. Ryan followed with Lindsay on her arm. Marissa was about to follow them when Alex pulled her back in the room and closed the door. She took Marissa in her arms and kissed her.

Ive missed you, whispered Alex as she began trailing kisses down Marissas neck.

It shows, Marissa sighed as her hands trailed down Alexs back.

You look amazing in that dress, Alex slid her hands up Marissas back to her zipper and began unzipping her dress, But I think you would look better without the dress on.

Marissa grabbed Alexs wrist behind her and held her there as she kissed Alex. Later, she whispered, I promise, one way or another, when the night is over, you will see me without this dress on. Marissa kissed Alex again and let go of her arm. Alex zipped the dress back up and ended the kiss by sliding her tongue in Marissas mouth quick just to give Marissa a preview of what was to come. They left the room hand-in-hand.

Tonya pasted by the bar outside for the fifth time that night. She told herself she wasnt going to drink because tonight was all about business. But she figured one drink wouldnt hurt, I mean theres no other lesbians here, so I couldnt cheat, Tonya thought, so she grabbed a champagne from a passing waitress. Off another passing waitress she grabbed an hors d’oeuvre, her twentieth of the night. She just couldnt get enough of those crackers with the spinach-shrimp salad on them. She had to have the recipe, or if not the recipe, find out who made them because she wanted them at the wedding reception. Tonya walked up to Julie who was talking with Caleb and another woman by the hors d’oeuvre table across the backyard.