It was a new experience being the little spoon.

Luke decided he liked it.

“Liar!” Lexie pronounced dramatically, pointing her finger at Olivia. “J’accuse!!!! Ellie and I both heard you admit it!”

“I did no such thing,” Olivia said calmly, taking another sip of her… what was she drinking? Sharon had made it and called it some kind of punch. Inside she was holding down all sorts of giggles, but on the outside she was cool, cold, calm, and in control.

The four Cs.

Was that a thing?

It should be a thing.

“Mmmm, I’m going to have to go with Lexie on this one,” Sharon said. Her petite curves were packed into a sock monkey pajama set, top and bottom, complete with footies and a hood with a sock monkey face on it. For some reason, which no one had adequately explained, both she and Kate were wearing matching ones. “That’s two nights you two have spent together. And we aaaaaall see the way you two look at each other. You cannot tell me you have not bumped uglies.”

“If they’re both attractive is it still bumping uglies?” Angel asked, musing from her position next to Sharon, whom she was petting because the sock monkey pajamas were very soft. “Or are they pretties?”

“You aren’t even drinking,” Leigh said, looking at her somewhat aghast.

“So? It’s a legit question! I don’t have to be drunk to ask legitimate, interesting questions!”

“Is it interesting?” asked Jessica, tilting her head at Angel with a skeptical look on her face.

“It is to me.”

“Who is more interested in getting Olivia to talk more about Luke?” Jessica asked, shoving her hand in the air. Hands all around the room went up except for Olivia’s and Angel’s.

Angel pouted. “Well fine then.” She tried to slump but was somewhat hampered by her belly.

Sighing, Olivia took another drink of her punch. Fruity. Sweet. Probably hiding a shitload of booze, knowing Sharon. She might be tiny but she could drink large men under tables. Multiple men and multiple tables probably.

The only people who weren’t drinking were Angel and Maria, who wasn’t feeling well but had made it out anyway.

“Okay. This is the one and only time I’m going to say this,” Olivia said, straightening up. Immediately the room went silent, eyes growing wide with anticipation. “The first night he was over, we did play. A bit. There were no ugly or pretty bumpings. However there was mutual pleasure.” She knew she was over enunciating her words a bit as she tried to speak precisely with a tongue that was feeling fuzzier and fuzzier with every passing minute.

“Woo!” Lexie lifted her glass in the air. “I knew something happened!”

“But nothing happened last night,” Olivia reiterated. “Just cuddling. I spooned him.”

“You spooned him?” Hilary asked, blinking and tilting her head to the side as if trying to picture it.