Chapter 3

"Oh God, why didn't someone make me stop drinking last night?" Amy asked, covering her eyes to try and block out the light in the room.

"I told you to slow down on the wine," Courtney laughed. She pulled the curtains back, filling the once-dark living room with light and Amy practically screamed before ducking her head under a pillow on the couch.

"Geez Court, don't you get tired of being so damn happy all the time?" Kim asked, stumbling into the room. "All that smiling has to be bad on the complexion."

"Oh, actually I read smiling was very good for the facial muscles," Courtney smiled.

"Yeah, so did I," Megan said, raising her hand and covering her mouth before she yawned.

"Is Paige up yet?"

"I haven't seen her."

The front door opened and Paige smiled before saying, "That's because I heard of a stray being at the airport ahead of schedule."

She entered the apartment with Heather right behind her. She dropped Heather's numerous bags just inside the door, grunting in relief. She watched the prima donna stroll across the room like she didn't have a care in the world.

"Heather!" The room sang in unison.

"You're early! We weren't expecting you until later tonight," Megan said walking over and giving her friend a hug.

"Yeah well, I told Ben if he didn't get his shit together and stop screwing up my light, I'd kill him slowly by telling the world how dickless he really is."

"No way!" Amy yelled. "Tell me you did not sleep with him."

"No, I didn't sleep with him," Heather said rolling her eyes before she flopped down on the sofa and stretched her arms out across the back of it. Her long brunette hair was pulled into a complicated twist at the back of her head and her make-up flawless. The short black dress she wore exposed her long shapely legs and her spiked heels complimented the outfit. She looked every bit the star she was and she made sure everyone around her knew it at all times.

She looked at the faces around the room, making sure all eyes were on her before she smiled and said, "I just fucked him and left him lying there basking in the Heather-haze of love."

Laughter once again erupted and the girls sat down to hear how life in the Big Apple was treating their now very famous friend. Everyone listened intently, riveted to tales of the actors Heather had been romantically involved with, and the biggest point of interest, of course, was how well they performed.

"So, what have I missed?" Heather asked, slipping off her shoes and pulling her feet up on the couch.

"Not a whole lot," Amy informed her.

"So you haven't left me out of anything?"

"Nope, just multiple bottles of wine and scary stories," Courtney said.

Heather raised one eyebrow. "Scary stories?"

"Yes, as in Travis Hardy," Kim spat out, rolling her eyes.

"And Randall," Courtney reminded her.

"Ewww," Heather said, her face twisted in disgust at hearing the two names.

"Oh, and let's not forget, Colin," Amy chimed in with a giggle before everyone in the room laughed.

Paige smiled when every girl in the room turned to her and she found herself laughing along with her friends at the mention of his name. She couldn't understand why, after ten years, she still felt like a sixteen year old girl being pressured into being a royal bitch toward someone who was probably a really nice guy, no matter how dorky he seemed.

"Oh my God, I wonder if he'll be at the reunion?" Heather asked, smiling.

"We wondered the same thing."

"Hey Paige, you going to make nice with the dork if he's there?" Heather grinned.

Paige rolled her eyes. "You guys are impossible, you know that?"

"No, we're not," Kim grinned. "He was a dork."

"Says who?"

"Says everyone!"

Paige forced a laugh, shaking her head and averting her eyes. They would never change, that much was obvious.

"Hey, not to change the subject or anything, well, actually yes, but anyway… guess what I have for you ladies?" Heather asked before standing up and crossing the room to her luggage. She reached into one of her bags before turning with a huge smile on her face.

"Oh please say its Keanu's home phone number," Courtney belted out.

"No, you dork," Heather said, shaking her head. "I have these." She grinned before waving the tickets in her hand back and forth.

"Tickets?"

"Not just any tickets," Heather said walking back over to the couch. She tossed them down on the coffee table, crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at them all.

Kim leaned over the table, looking at the tiny pieces of paper before letting out a squeal. "Holy shit, Heather! Who the hell did you have to blow to get your hands on these?"

Heather laughed and wiggled her eyebrows. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Hell yes I would!" Kim yelled, smiling.

"What are they?" Paige asked, straining her neck to get a peek at the tickets.

"Only the most delicious night's entertainment you've ever had." Kim said, smiling.

"Oh really?" Megan asked, curious.

Paige craned her neck, looking to see what the tickets were and her eyes went wide when she saw. "The Pleasure Dome! I am so not going in there!"

"Oh, yes you are!" Kim and Heather yelled in unison.

"What's the Pleasure Dome?" Megan asked, looking at her friends.

Paige sat back and rolled her eyes. "It's that new sin factory downtown they try to pass off as a club.

"Sin factory?" Courtney asked just as confused as Megan.

"Oh God, Paige, lighten up. How long has it been since you got laid anyway?"

"Excuse me?" Paige asked, shocked, before turning to look at Kim. "What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"Because you're a prude, that's why," Kim yelled.

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are. You always have been. Look at precious Paige, with her virtue in tact. Are you still a blushing virgin?"

"Ladies!" Heather yelled before the situation got out of hand. "Chill the fuck out and sit down."

Paige crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Kim. She never wanted to rip her hair out like she did in that moment. They all sat back down and got quiet, all eyes on Heather.

"All right, for you less than worldly people," Heather said, smiling. "The Pleasure Dome is the most exclusive club on the west coast. It's invitation only and home to the most delicious, lick-able hard bodies you've ever laid eyes on!"

"Oh my," Megan said, grinning. "So, are we talking naked goodness?"

"Oh baby, we're talking about the best hunks of salty goodness this side of heaven!"

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