“What do you want?”- She said a bit ruder than she intended.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay, you seemed a bit upset when you left”

“I’m fine thank you very much; you can go back to your dancing”- the blonde said dryly.

“Everyone’s passed out”- Ashley said as a matter of fact.

“WHAT!”

“Well, the Davies drink is something else”- the brunette smugly said.

“What did you put on that thing”- Spencer said still pressed on the door.

“THAT, is a secret but trust me you don’t want to know, but I’m surprised you’re still awake, you sure can hold you liquor”

“Really? I’m not much of a drinker”- furrowing her brows, the blonde said/

Ashley snorted, and muttered “Could’ve fooled me”

“What was that?” Spencer said, pressing her ear closer to the door.

Ashley grew tired of standing and pressed her back to the door, slowly sliding to sit on the floor. Curiously on the other side, Spencer did exactly the same.

“Nothing, I’ve noticed you have very impressive artwork in your house, this is your house right?”

“You like? Really? Yes this is my house, you really like the artwork?”

“Yes I do, I’m not a big connoisseur of art, but I think you have great taste, who’s the artist?”

Spencer shyly said “It’s mine, few random work I’ve done here and there, I haven’t painted in so long, Aiden, doesn’t think I have much of a future, besides I probably won’t have time when we have kids or whatever”

“Aiden? Your boyfriend I assume, He told you that? No offense or anything but he seems like an a-hole to me, this is amazing” Ashley said looking around at the paintings in the hall, while sitting on the floor.

“Fiancée, and no he’s not an a-whatever, he’s sweet, and comfortable”

“Comfortable? Sounds like fuzzy-wuzzy slippers to me”

Spencer rolled her eyes, “Ashley right? You said you’ve come to check if I was okay, so I am, what are you still doing here?”

“Well if you want I’ll leave, but it felt the right thing to do, to remind you that you still have handcuffs on your wrists, and I have the key”

Spencer looked at her hands ‘Oh’

“Well, pass them through the slit on the door”