It had seemed like a standard traffic accident at first, just a regular fender bender. Then one of the women in the red car had started mouthing off at one of the men in the car she'd hit. He'd given her a serve in reply and her companion had chipped in.
Angie and Carla had watched with amusement. They were about to move on when the police car pulled up. A born rubber-necker, Carla had insisted on staying to watch. She'd been particularly interested when the cops had breathalysed both drivers. The male driver been given the all clear, but the redhead driver copped a ticket.
Apparently the redhead had had more than one too many. She abused the cop and finished up slugging him. The final result was the cops helped the two young ladies into the police car and departed with them.
Carla turned to Angie.
"How would you like to go along to a party?" she asked.
"Love to, but what party?"
"I'm not exactly sure, but I do know the address and I know the magic words that will get us in," said Carla, smiling broadly.
Angie gave her a suspicious look.
"Give," she flatly stated.
"You saw those two women the cops just pinched. They'll be tied up at the cop-shop for ages. Notice how they were dolled up for a party?"
"So?"
"I was sitting behind them in Gloria Jeans while they were talking. A friend of theirs was getting them to go to a party because she couldn't make it. I remember the address. All we have to do is rock up and say Sandra sent us, and we're in."
"What sort of party is it?" asked Angie.
"Don't know," admitted Carla, "but does it matter? If we don't like it we can leave. Are you game?"
Angie considered the matter. On one hand there was a party that they could always leave. On the other hand, nothing interesting. She shrugged.
"Why not?"
Carla looked up the address in her street directory and the girls were quickly on their way, eventually arriving at a large, well lit place.
"Bit above the normal sort of place we party at," observed Angie.
"True, but people are people, no matter what. We're both nicely dressed. We'll fit right in. Let's go."
"Good evening," said Carla, smiling, when the door was answered. "I'm Carla and this is Angie. Sandra asked us to come along as she can't make it."
The man nodded.
"She warned us that she might have to have someone fill in," he said, "but I was expecting someone slightly older. No offence, but I trust the two of you do have proof of age?"
"No offence taken. It's always nice when someone knocks a few years off our age," purred Carla. "Yes, we both have id."
After checking the id the man nodded.
"Okay. Come through this way."
He led them through the house and into an extensive yard. More a well landscaped park than a yard, thought Angie, looking around.
"If you care to wait here," they were told, "things will begin shortly. Actually, if you wait outside that window over there you can hear the gentlemen being given their instructions. Then you'll know exactly when they're coming out."
Watching the man return inside, Carla and Angie looked at each other. Carla shrugged.
"Let's go listen," she said.
