First impressions were never Amy's strong suit. Seriously. That girl couldn't get it right if someone had wrote her a script.

The first time she met her mom's new boyfriend Bruce, she had a bad case of the stomach flu puked on his brand new shoes. Lucky for here he was pretty understanding and didn't let her lack of grace deter him from eventually marrying her mother. The first day she met her best friend Karma, she was chasing after her in a game of tag and tripped landing into a huge mud puddle. It was so cliche but when all the kids made fun of her, Karma hung back and helped her pick the mud and sticks out of her hair. They had been best friends ever since.

Nope. First impressions were just not her thing. That's why when Shane asked her to come to the gay bar with him. She was extremely reluctant. Nothing against Shane but she wasn't exactly the bar type. She would much rather stay at home watching an overly long documentary about the obscure mating rituals of the European Polecat.

"Pleeassee Ames, Just this once"

"You said that last time"

"Yah but this time I mean it"

"You said that last time too" He could see a small smile playing on Amy's lips. Knowing her resolve had crumbled.

Two hours later Amy found herself in a club wearing an outfit that "Screamed come hither" according to Shane. The smell of booze and sweat filled the room. She scanned the room, this is what she was really here for...people watching. There were people dancing on tables, people dancing on the stage, there were people dragging their dates to dark corners of the room to make out.

Not unlike the European Polecat. She thought to her self. She was searching for Shane when her eyes met a shorter raven haired girl.

You know how typically when you catch someone staring they normally look away? Well someone forgot to tell this girl. She just raised a dark arched eyebrow and looked Amy up and down biting down on her lower lip. Her fervent gaze causing Amy to shift uncomfortably on her feet until she had to look away.

"Who's THAT" Shane asked startling the blonde girl out of her moment. "You should go talk to her, let me flirt vicariously through you"

Shane was currently dating Duke, who for the most part was still trapped in the proverbial closet and Shane wasn't coping well...obviously.

"Shane I just got here, I haven't even had a drink yet. Where do you think I'm going to find the balls to just go hit on some girl I just made eye contact with"

"That was more like eye fucking if you ask me" He said passing her his drink. "You better find those balls soon, cuz she's walking this way"

Fear. That was all Amy could feel. "SHIT! Shane wahat do I do"

"Down that shit gurl, and don't make a scene"

Amy swallowed Shane's drink just as the girl approached.

"Can I buy you a drink? What are you drinking" She asked taking a step towards the blonde.

"Shrimp" Amy blurted out before she could stop herself.

"Uuhhh...I don't think they serve that kind of cocktail here, Tequila it is then" She laughed handing the bar tender some cash. "I'm Reagan" She smirked handing the tiny glass of amber liquid to the blonde/

In true Amy fashion she just stared blankly at the girl in front of her.

"She's Amy" Shane finally interjected.

"Well cheers Amy" Reagan laughed clinking her shot to Amy's and swallowing in one quick gulp. Amy finally snapped out of her daze and tipped the drink back. The burning sensation quickly took over and as quickly as it entered her mouth, it ejected. All over her shirt, and worse...Reagan.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" She immediately grabbed a napkin and tried dabbing at the spots on the other girls shirt.

"Whoa Shrimp girl, already trying to feel me up! At least ask for my number first"

"I'm so sorry, I'm such a dork" Amy could feel herself blushing.

"Hey, it's ok" Reagan said grabbing a hold of Amy's hands. "Tequila isn't for everyone. You didnt even try to go for a chaser" She laughed. "Listen, I'm spinning the next set, if you want to come up to the booth I could show you a few things"

"Uhhh ya sure" Amy mumbled. There was no way in fucking hell she was going up there. The thought of humiliating herself again in front of her was enough to make her want to run home as fast as she could. She watched as the girl walked away towards the upper deck where the DJ booth was held.

"She is seriously hot" Shane laughed. "Seriously, if I weren't such a raging homo, even I'd try it"

"Thanks Shane" The blonde muttered. "Not helping"

Fifteen minutes into Reagan's set Amy was still hiding out. "Lady, you need to go up there. Bring her a drink! Maybe she's as thirsty as you are!"

"SHANE!"

"What, you're sure staring at her like she's a tall drink of water. I bet she likes rum. Get her a dark rum"

And before she could stop him he was already at the bar ordering the drink. "Dark rum and coke" The bartender muttered handing the glass to Shane.

"Take this to her. Now." And he pushed the drink and Amy towards the booth. Climbing that ladder with one hand wasn't as easy as Amy had hoped. She awkwardly made her way up the ladder half with her arm, half with her chin.

"Shrimps! You made it!" Reagan's dark eyes found hers. "With MY drink!, How'd you know. You're not stalking me are you" She said smiling/

"Uhh no. Lucky guess I suppose. Sorry about spilling on you earlier. I'm terrible at first impressions" Amy mumbled.

"Are you kidding me? That was hilarious, nothing to be sorry about" The other girl smiled taking the blondes hand. "Now about you getting my number".

That's it for now! This is my first fic. I've already got the whole thing planned out and I've started on the next chapter.

Cheersxx