Asking for trouble

Chapter 2

"Damn, Sherry, how much did you pack?" Olivia asked, eyeing her friend's suitcase as she slid a backpack over her shoulder. "It's only two nights, chick."

Sherry's head snapped up. She tucked the last bit of her makeup into a bag. "You're not staying the whole weekend; that's why you packed less. It's really not that much."

"It looks like you've stowed a small city away in there," Olivia laughed, walking over to her. Tossing her blonde hair to the side, she wiggled her brows. "But that's right - you're going to be around Piers all weekend, so I'm sure you'll need enough clothing to change into. I've heard that he likes black lingerie," she winked.

"You're such a drama queen, Liv. Just stop with your future assumptions, okay?" Sherry walked in the kitchen with her bag as Olivia followed, tickling her ribcage. She jumped and laughed, pushing her away. "Oh, and by the way, a whopping thank you for the warning about this being a two-night hiatus. I'm lucky Fallon was able to cover my shifts."

Olivia held her hands up and shrugged. "Hey, I just assumed you knew about it."

A quick knock came at the front door, and Jake peeked his head in. "Is everyone decent in here?"

Sherry made a slicing motion across her own neck, mouthing Piers's name.

Olivia nodded that she understood and then piped aloud, "Actually, we're not. You know I'm into women now, so I have your girlfriend spread eagle across the kitchen table."

Sherry shook her head and laughed.

"That's right. I forgot about that, Ollie...I mean, Olivia," Jake huffed, making his way into the apartment over to Sherry. "The entire male species has banned you."

"Fuck off, Douchepickle...I mean, Jake. It's the other way around. I banned them," Olivia hissed, grabbing her backpack from the floor. "And my girlfriend's meeting me out there, so you better not say a fucking word, asshole."

Jake laughed and shot her a wicked smile. He then dropped a kiss on Sherry's lips.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Is the limo here yet?"

Sherry looked to Jake confused. "Limo?"

"Like I said, babe, it's a crazy party from beginning to end." He yanked Sherry's suitcase from the ground, the heaviness of it apparent in the straining of his bicep. "Piers sends one for us every year. And it just so happens that, yes, it's outside ready and waiting. Let's go. It's almost three, and it's Friday, so rush hour will be a bitch."

Jake led the way out the door and into the elevator.

Before stepping in, Sherry widened her eyes at Olivia and whispered, "Is he in the limo?"

With two sharp shakes of her head, Olivia whispered back, "No, he would've slept there last night to get the place ready."

Stepping out into the street, Sherry took in the sight of the gray and black Hummer limousine. The chauffeur was holding the door open with a huge smile on his face. He retrieved everyone's bags and placed them in the trunk. As Sherry and Olivia settled themselves into a seat, Jake jumped in, popped a 30 Seconds to Mars CD in the player, and swiftly started making himself a drink.

"Always hitting the booze, Dickhead...uh, Jake," Olivia remarked, studying her face in a small compact mirror.

He shot her a blank, frosty smile. "What are you now, my mother?"

Sherry let out a deep sigh. "Would you two stop already?"

"She started it."

Reverting to a second-grader's level, Olivia crinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue in Jake's direction.