Sherah.

Sherah. Smirking as she walks towards you, she says “Boy, are you out of place here.” And slides into the booth seat opposite you. Once seated she slowly sips her drink looking over the rim at you while she does.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She says and sets her glass back on the table. She glances over at Amy’s sketchbook, still on the table where you left it.

“Been snooping?” Sherah asks, her eyebrow arching quizzically. You shake your head in response. Her face breaks into a smile. “You’re a bad liar. What did you see?” She takes the book in her hand and presses it to her chest, and leans towards you.

“Nothing too interesting. Phone numbers. Doodles.” You say. Feeling playful you lean in close to her. Your face inches away from hers.

“You didn’t get to the good stuff then.” You feel her warm breath on your face.

“What’s going on cowboy? Trying to steal my girl?” Amy says with an exaggerated Texas accent. Reaching the table she slides in beside Sherah. You see a damp spot on the redhead’s t-shirt, centered over her right breast. Both her nipples are hard and erect. Catching your gaze, she say “It’s cold in this place, ain’t it, cowboy.”

“He was looking at your sketchbook. He didn’t get too far though.’ Sherah said, as she handed it to Amy.

“Squealer.” You say. Sherah blows you a kiss.

Well, if you’re very nice this weekend, I might let you look at it. But not right now.” She slips it into her bag.

“What do you like to use as the subjects of your drawings?” Taking a drink from your glass, you draw an ice cube into your mouth, and roll it over your tongue.

Amy shifts and propping an elbow on the table cups her chin in her hand. “Women mostly. But I do make the occasional exception.”

“Exception for what?” Ellen says as she sits in close beside you.

“Subjects for my drawings.” Amy says, appraising Ellen with her green eyes.

“Oh that.” Ellen responds, looking down at the table, and back at her roommate, her face slightly flushed.

Krista, the waitress moves to the table's edge with a pad and pencil in hand, and asks if you’re ready to order. As there’s not a wide selection on the menu, you, Ellen and Amy order a burger and fries, Sherah orders tuna salad. “It’s a lot better than that sludge they serve at Mac and Don’s” Amy says.

Several more patrons walk in to the bar. A tall, sleek woman dressed in a navy blue jacket and skirt with a conservative white blouse, and three inch heels. He dark hair is combed back, and done up in a bun on her head. She greets the blonde bartender, and pulls up a stool at the bar. Her legs are long, and she runs her hand over her nylon clad shin as she chats.

Two others follow her, obviously a couple. A brunette with close cropped hair, and multiply piered ears, along with a silver ball piercing her lower lip guides a petite blonde with short curly hair into a booth. The brunette dressed in a sleeveless black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots. The blonde wearing a olive green halter top and short khaki skirt with flat sandles. They slide into the same seat.

The three girls quiz you about college life at State U, and the four of you talk about college life in general and then the conversation drifts towards life at Widley. Ellen says that she’s glad she has Amy as a roommate, because if she didn’t she’d have never made it through Trigonometry. It’s been about fifteen minutes, and there’s no sign of the food, looking over at the bar, Kristra is paging through a glossy magazine. You’re in no hurry however, so you don’t give it much thought.

You gaze at Ellen sitting next to you, and she shudders slightly, as though she’s shivering. “Ohh!” she gasps.

“What’s wrong, cold?” You ask. Across the table, Amy is looking intently at Ellen’s face. Sherah nudges the redhead, who takes no notice.
“I’m fine. Just a chill, like you said.” Ellen answers, and giggles nervously. She shudders again .

Sherah clears her throat in a loud manner. “Not that I care, but did you guys hear that some celebrity is supposed to be in town this weekend? Zelda said its supposedly Melissa Joan Hart, but later I heard it was Scarlett Johansson or somebody like that. I'm mean, who cares about Melissa Joan has been, anyway! And if its Scarlett, I want to know where she's staying" Sherah smiled briefly before continuing, "But why would they come to Widley? It's gotta to be a bad rumor.”

“I heard it was Sarah Jessica Parker or Kirsten Dunst but who cares either way.’ Amy says, glancing at you, and then back to Ellen. Ellen gasps, and Sherah whispers something into Amy’s ear.

“I haven’t heard anything about it. Why would somebody like that be here?” Ellen says lowly, and as if concentrating on what she says. Perspiration trickles down her temple to her jaw. You notice that Ellen’s left hand is underneath the table, and you glance at Ellen’s lap. Her legs are spread, and her hand rests on her thigh. With out trying to be too obvious you look a bit closer and see movement under Ellen’s dress. Ellen gasps, and it’s evident that Amy has her foot between Ellen’s legs.

You look across the table at Sherah, who studies you, as if gauging your reaction, and then over at Amy smiling like the Cheshire cat. Finally you look at Ellen, who definatly seems preoccupied. Her eyelids heavy, and her lips slightly parted. Do you say anything, or play dumb. Maybe you should try the same approach with Sherah.