"Where’s your ‘girlfriend’?" Casey jeered, pulling up a stool at the kitchen island. "Sleeping" Ashley replied, "And don’t say ‘girlfriend’ like that" She continued disapprovingly. "Sorry". Casey fumbled with the top to the Cranberry juice before pouring herself and Ashley a glass. "Is she still freaked from last night?" Casey asked sincerely. "Yeah, I mean you were watching us have sex." "Whatever, you guys were practically begging for an audience. I was watching Jeaopardy and every time Alex Trebek would open is mouth I’d hear ‘Ohhh…Ashley….fuck me!’ It was infuriating…" Ashley laughed while tearing open a candy bar. "Nice breakfast, Ash" Spencer smirked, walking into the kitchen. "Nice clothes!" Ashley rebutted, eyeing her own bathrobe wrapped around Spencer’s body. "You like?" Spencer teased before taking a seat at the island. The tension was thick between her and Casey and neither girl tried to hide it. "Juice?" Casey offered sarcastically holding up the bottle of Cranberry. "No thanks" Spencer said turning to Ashley, "Can you take me home? I need to check in with my dad. He might start wondering whether or not I’m alive." "Yeah, sure babe." Ashley replied, "Let me grab my keys." She went to the foyer to find her keys as Spencer scurried to change into her own clothes. "Casey," Ashley called back, "You coming?" "Yeah, definitely!" Casey yelled in response, "I’d love to escort you and your bon bon back to her humble abode. I mean, pass the ‘X’ cause this is going to be trippy!" "Case!" Ashley whispered angrily, putting her hand over the smirking girls mouth. "What’s your issue with Spener?" "No issue, love Spencer." Casey replied after taking Ashley’s hands off her mouth. Before Ashley could respond Spencer descended, book bag in tow. "Let’s go babe" Ashley said sweetly, slipping her hand in Spencer’s. She shot Casey a "Be nice or I’ll force you lick a dick" look before leading Spencer out the door and to her car.

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"I don’t have a problem with your girlfriend!" Casey screamed for the third time. They had just dropped Spencer off and were driving around L.A. "Then when have you been being such a bitch to her?" Ashley asked before turning to look at her friend. "Look, it’s not Spencer I have a problem with. It’s the whole institution of dating…" Casey said, poking Ashley in the arm. Ashley rolled her eyes knowing that this wouldn’t be a short answer, "Casey…" "No, no, listen to me. Two people, cleary interested and attracted to one another, foregoing all other intersting and attractive people. For what? Oh wait, oh yeah, to ‘be together’. What kind of bullshit is that? And then feelings get involved, there’s crying, sulking, love notes, flowers, those eyes–don’t give me that look you know the eyes I’m talking about!  The two people forget all about reality cause they’re too caught up in there own little fairytale. And speaking of fairytales, how many fucking Disney movies have lesbians? EXACTLY! But I digress…" "Casey!" "Ash, all I’m saying is that happy endings don’t exist and if they do they’re far and few. Have your fun, have your laughs, and move on. Life’s like a buffet and right now you’re sampling the waffle. They’re sweet, They’re fluffy, tastes nice with a little syrup smothered all over them. But can’t live your life on waffles, buddy."Casey finishied shaking a fist meaningfully. "You’re fucking ridiculous." Ashley said incredulously, "I mean, really. You’re ridiculous."  Casey sighed and reclined her chair so she was lying back. "Whatever, what’s the deal for tonight?" "Grey, an all age club, big band coming, should be a good time." Ashley replied, making a sharp turn into the Chipotle parking lot. "Lez eat!" Casey cheered.