I threw the turtleneck on the bed with the rest of the sweaters and fell backwards onto the bed.  Staring up at the ceiling, I realized that, of course, I had nothing to wear. 

I heard a knock and before I could respond, Aiden was standing in the doorway, mouth agape. 

“What the fuck, Aiden!  Get out!” I screamed, as I grabbed a handful of clothes on my bed to cover myself, and simultaneously, threw a boot at him with the other hand.  Instead of leaving and shutting the door, Aiden caught my boot.  “Hey, not like I haven’t seen any of that before.  Plus, isn’t this a really expensive boot?  Don’t want it getting scratched on my account, do you?”

I rolled my eyes.  “Just because our parents used to bathe us together when we were three, doesn’t mean you can see me half-naked now.  Please, Aiden.” Annoyance was now showing through my words although I tried to hide it.  “I’ll be ready soon.”

Aiden sighed, tossed the boot back onto my bed, and turned around.  “We’ll be leaving in five, and we’re not waiting if you’re not ready!”  He called out as he shut the door behind him.

I sighed, silently praising myself for having the foresight to already do my make-up.  I looked beside me and saw a royal blue tee that had a gold outline of New York City on the front of the shirt.  I threw it on, careful not to get make-up on it.  Diesel jeans, socks, my favorite leather high-heeled knee-high boots (really expensive boots from my Argentina trip last summer and the ones that I had just thrown at Aiden), a black cashmere scarf and matching beanie, my black North Face fleece, and snowboarding jacket, and I was finally ready. 

We had just arrived at the bar and I was already nervous.  What the fuck?  Ashley Davies does not get nervous over a girl.  Seriously, now I’m thinking in third person…  I took my Harp from Aiden and leaned against the wall, sipping my beer, pretending to watch the guys play their first game of pool.  Spencer had text me an hour before, simply stating that her parents gave them permission to go out and they would try to make around 9.  By the time I had finished my beer, I was glancing at the doorway every time I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.  I walked up to the bar and made eye contact with our bartender friend, Todd.  I turned around to watch the rest of the pool game while waiting for my beer.