It was less than a month away from graduation, Allie couldn't believe how fast the year had gone. 

Which was part of the reason the senior had decided to head out for the night to Diggy's Bar along with Lindsey, Ali and Ashlyn. The four girls took their seats at the bar, and Allie sighed, either with relief or worry, she didn't know which, when she saw that Alex's ex-boyfriend, Servando was nowhere to be found. 

Instead, a new young woman was flushed with stress as she filled glasses and cleared off plates. She had grey hair, but she still looked spry, meaning it was most likely. The girl ripped off an order form from her green checkered skirt and approached the four. "What can I get y'all?" she asked. Her voice was rather scratchy, as if she had been smoking for too long. 

"Um," Allie started, glancing at her companions. "Just a beer for me. Whatever's on tap." The bartender nodded and turned towards Lindsey. "Same as her," the blonde ordered, giving Allie a soft smile. The senior didn't hesitate in returning it. 

"I'll have a 12 ounce bottle of Sierra Nevada," Ashlyn announced. Allie raised an eyebrow and Lindsey bit her lip next to her to stifle a laugh. 

Soft spoken and sensible Ali patted her girlfriend's knee adoringly under the bar counter and beamed at the rugged waitress. "I'll just have a glass of water," she said smoothly. 

When the woman returned with their drinks, Ashlyn gulped half of her beer immediately and Allie knew that she would be the drunkest of them all by the time the night was over. Allie sipped her beer as well, sighing as the cool liquid ran down her throat. 

Only after another three bottles did the midfielder start feeling the buzz. The music seemed louder, everyone was suddenly more attractive and Allie felt wide awake, her eyes big as she looked around the room. Ali and Ashlyn had gotten up, already wasted, and were dancing in the middle of the room like they just didn't care. A few other drunk people joined them, their hands waving widely and their limbs flailing in a lost sense of coordination. 

Allie turned to Lindsey with a beam, who was still working her way through her first beer. The junior had turned 21 only a couple of weeks ago, and Allie realized through a blurred mind that this was probably only the second or third alcoholic beverage the woman had had since then. 

Lindsey sipped at her bottled again and caught the blonde's eye. Allie's beam was so big and unlike her that it made Lindsey shudder, but the older girl simply leaned against her, her hands twitching. 

"Hey Linds," she whispered, her voice excited. "Do you wanna dance? Let's go dance!" 

Lindsey frowned at the nickname that Emily, her own girlfriend, used on a daily basis. It all felt a little wrong, like the blonde should be with Emily instead of her friends. She shook her head and took a sip of the beer. It was probably better to just get drunk and figure it out in the morning. 

Speaking of drunk, next to Lindsey, Allie was unbuttoning her blouse down so far that a good inch of cleavage was visible. Lindsey didn't know if the usually contained girl was doing that to hook up with someone, or just because she felt hot. Either way, Lindsey felt it would be wrong to remind her that she was dating a freckled someone by the name of Kelley O'Hara.

Allie tightened her ponytail quickly and turned towards Lindsey with a smirk. "Well? How do I look?" she questioned, posing as if she were a sexy model. Not that she didn't look like one, except for the drunk glaze covering her blue grey eyes. 

Lindsey's eyes widened slightly as they scoped the woman up and down. "Pretty damn fine," she responded, standing up off of her stool as Allie made a move towards the dance floor. Even though she was the younger one, Lindsey was less drunk and felt that it would be best to "chaperone" Allie, for lack of a better word. 

The blonde made it out to the center of the room without stumbling, vomiting or kissing anybody, which Lindsey thought was an improvement from previous times that Allie had been drunk. She did however, hoist up her pants so that they shaped her perfectly round ass and gave an obvious strut to her step. It was so unlike normal Allie that Lindsey felt as if she was watching over an entirely different person. She decided that she liked drunk just as much as sober Allie, if not more. She was so much more confident. 

In the dance floor, Allie started swaying her hips to the beat and with her eyes closed, raised her hands in the air and moved. Lindsey moved awkwardly through the small mass of people, passing Ali and Ashlyn who were full on grinding against each other. Lindsey looked away and stood behind her dancing friend awkwardly, watching Allie's every motion. It was rather spectacular, for a drunk person. 

Allie turned and opened her eyes, reaching an arm towards Lindsey. The blonde took it rather unwillingly and allowed herself to be engulfed in Allie's warmth as the pair danced together. It happened just as fast as everything else was happening, or maybe it was just the alcohol speeding up time, but Lindsey pressed her lips against Allie's. Or maybe it was the other way around, but it didn't matter because they were kissing. 

They were kissing so much that it hurt and all this guilt was pressed into the kiss because they were both cheating on their girlfriends. Emily and Kelley, two innocent women who had never purposely did anything to hurt either Lindsey or Allie, but it was too pure, too perfect, and then the kiss was over. 

Ali's frantic hand tugged them apart as she dragged a drunk Ashlyn behind her. "GUYS, WE NEED TO LEAVE!" she shouted as the music got louder. Allie's eyes were wide and Lindsey's mouth was open slightly, but neither protested and simply followed Ali out the door.