on the rocks
Becky found her in the bathroom seconds later, with two hands on the counter, staring at herself in the mirror. Ali Krieger was one of those people; blessed with gorgeous, healthy hair, olive skin and light eyes that sparkled. She had been the more outgoing out of the two, and days hen Becky would stay home to read or watch TV, she would be out, hosting/organizing/participating in charitable events, tailgating for other Penn state teams or playing a pickup game of soccer with a bunch of guys.
In University, Ali could literally get anyone she wanted, with a quick smile and a wink. Sometimes, she would sneak boys into the dorm or house - but never the normal boys; she had to go for the ones that were beautiful human beings, with built shoulders and v-lines that you could see through their shirts. And it made Becky jealous to no end. Thankfully, when Ali had finally decided in their sophomore year that she had had enough with the boys, she started bringing home girls. Which somewhat cured Becky’s jealousy of her longtime friend.
It started rather innocently; she had promised Becky she wouldn’t try anything with any of the girls on the team, so she went straight for the cheerleaders and somehow, she managed to convince the captain of the team’s girlfriend to hook up with her. Becky had just rolled her eyes when she caught them making out in the living room. Then, Ali being Ali, started to get girls who seemed like they were out of a magazine (and even out of her league). For example, one away game in particular, against a Californian school, Becky had spotted Ali in a booth at the club, with the captain of the U23 National Team in her lap. It stunned her, how during the day she could do charity work and look like an innocent, smart, capable student and then by night she could literally get anyone (guy or girl) that she wanted.
So that would be why it surprised Becky to see her shy away from a situation with a lot
of gorgeous people, especially given the fact that they were all professional athletes. Usually, they would have been right up her alley, even just to chat with.
“Kriegs, I’m like seriously concerned now,” Becky said as she wrapped her arms around the brunette, “but come on, just sit with us for the next couple minutes, and then if you still don't feel good at the end of the first, then we can leave.”
Becky wrapped her arms around her and pecked the top of her head. Ali just sighed, looking up at her in the mirror, before cracking her knuckles and following her best friend back out into the suite.
“Couldn’t handle all this?” Ashlyn chided, motioning to herself and Kelley as soon as Ali came into view.
“More like didn’t want to handle any of that,” she mumbled (mostly to herself) under her breath.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, mumbles?” Kelley added, with an innocent look on her face, as if she were genuinely concerned. And if Ali had been anyone else, she would have fallen for it, but the second she caught Ashlyn’s smirk as Kelley was speaking, she completely dismissed any sympathy in her voice.
Ali just forced an awkward half-smile, not even bothering to answer, noticing the smirk that had formed across Kelley’s face, along with a subtle tint of red. She dropped her eyes for a split second to see Ashlyn’s hand raking her ass, stopping immediately as she felt eyes on her. For one of the few times in her life, Ali prayed to God that she didn’t look at beat-red as she felt.
“You look hot,” Ali’s eyes shot up to Kelly, who was ‘innocently’ trying to make conversation, “you should probably go get an iced drink of some sorts.”
And that’s when Ali Krieger decided that she didn’t want to be anywhere near Kelley O’Hara, but heaven forbid the woman would leave her alone.
“Here,” she untangled herself from Ashlyn, before pressing a kiss to her cheek, “I’ll come with you.” She shot a look over to Becky, who grinned back, completely oblivious to the fact that Kelley had just linked arms with her, and was beginning to drag her across the suite.
.:.
“I’ll have a martini, please and-” she paused, looking back over to Ashlyn, humming. “And a bourbon, and you, Ali?”
“The hardest stuff you have.”
Kelley’s laugh rang out across the suite, which, in any other situation might have made Ali smile too. She was actually really adorable, the way she always was smiling or laughing about something. Well and she was really hot, whether Ali admitted it to herself or not. Something about the way she swayed her hips while she walked and how all the tight clothes she wears hugs her legs and - the bartender cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow.
“Um, yeah I’ll just go with, like, scotch, please.” She could feel Ali’s eyes staring through her. “On the rocks, if you don't mind.”
“Of course, ma’am,” the young guy smiled. Ali tried her hardest to avoid Kelley’s gaze, digging through her purse to find her wallet, then digging through her wallet for cash. She slipped the bartender a bill when he came back with their drinks.
“Enjoy the game!”
Trust me, I would if I could.
A hand touched her knee, softly at first, pressing more when Ali didn’t respond. She looked up, meeting the glazed over stare of Kelley, not even trying to smile. But Kelley was smiling, and it didn’t seem as obnoxious as any of the other times she’s seen her. Their faces are probably less than a foot apart, Ali reasons, based on the fact that she can pretty much see the different shades of green in her eyes and the flakes of mascara right below her eyebrows. From what Ali can make out in the somber lighting, her lip gloss is smudged and thin. Against her will, her minds wanders, again, to Kelley’s soft pink lips across Ashlyn’s cheeks and neck, leaving a trail of pink shine and sparkle. She sighs. Kelley catches on.
“So, Alexandra Krieger,” she weight on her knee increases quite significantly, before slowly moving up, “I don’t really know you at all. I mean other than you go by Ali, you played soccer at Penn State and that apparently, according to my lovely plus one over there,” she throws her head in Ashlyn’s general direction, “you love checking out my ass.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling and then raised her eyebrows expectantly, after Ali didn’t answer. “Back to my point. I don’t really know you at all. But I do know, is that you seem, well for lack of better words, pretty stressed out about something.”
Kelley’s eyes were twinkling and Ali can’t decide if it’s the pulsing strobe lights coming from the rink below them or if they literally are twinkling.
“Is there anything Ashlyn or I can do to help that?”