"And you think she done it to help out her family?"
"Top up?" Nicola asked, waving the bottle of expensive champagne infront of me. I nodded at her before answering Sarah's question. "Aye."
I sat back on the sofa, studying Nicola as she drunkenly stumbled about. It didn't take her long to switch from water to something stronger.
"Right..."
I looked up at Sarah, her body shuffling closer to mine.
"Can I ask you somthin'?" she smiled, reaching for my hands.
Raising a brow, I let out a knowing sigh. "Aye, that's right... get me drunk and then fire me the questions!"
She shook her head. "If you don't want to answer it... then that's fine."
"Go for it..." Glancing at Nicola, I gave her a look, earning a slight shrug of the shoulders. "Fire away."
"Do you still love Kimberley?"
I coiled back in horror, bursting into a fit of nervous giggles. "I didn't love her Sarah!"
"Yeah..." Nicola cut in. "Love is a strong word."
"Well, you know what I mean," Sarah continued. "Do you still like her or fancy her... whatever you want to call it."
"I felt a connection with her," I admitted. "But that's broken now."
"So, did you fancy her?"
"Do you think I would of tried to sh*g her if I didn't?"
Both of them burst out laughing.
"Wasn't expecting that answer," Nicola winked, nudging Sarah.
Reaching for my glass, I picked it up by the stem before taking several large gulps.
"What did you like about her?"
"Come dance with me Kimberley," I slurred, pulling her towards me.
She smiled and gladly accepted. "The singletons!"
"Exactly," I winked, eyeing up her curvaceous figure enviously. "I love dancin' with you."
We began to sway to the rhythm of the thumping music, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Nadine joining Nicola beside us.
"Are you enjoyin' yourself?" she asked me in her sexy tones.
"Her voice," I answered. "I loved her accent and..."
"Her sexy Yorkshire tones," Sarah giggled.
I moved my hands down to the small of her back. "I am," I replied, running them around a little. Without a care in the world, I ran them down even further, cupping her fabulous bottom.
"Woo! Go Chezza!" Sarah shouted.
"You know..." I started, deciding to tell her what I thought. "You have a fabulous arse babe!" I laughed as she blushed slightly.
"You're not the first person to tell me that," she said, her cheeks still rosying.
"It's true. I wish I had an arse like it," I told her, patting it gently.
"Her arse," I accidently let out.
"Now we're gettin' down to the real stuff!" Nicola giggled, slapping Sarah's leg to get her attention.
I blushed deeply. "I didn't mean to say that!" I said, but eventually collapsed in a fit of laughter. "God! The drink is really goin' to me head!"
"More?" Sarah winked, offering me the bottle. "Go on..." she added. "You may aswell tell us everythin'... what else?"
