Ashlyn was drunk. Ashlyn was really really drunk. Her new teammates/friends watched from the bar seats as the blonde keeper boogied in the center of the dance floor with a scruffy looking man and the brunette from tryouts, Ali Krieger. Tobin sat next to her roommate Carli at the bar. Tobin had already drank four shots of vodka, while next to her, the midfielder refused every glass of alcohol she was offered.

"Are you going to drink that?" Kelley slurred, reaching across Tobin to point to the glass of gin sitting in front of Carli. She shook her head no and quickly gave it to the defender.

The scruffy man that had been dancing with Ali and Ashlyn was now standing next to Tobin, who jumped, she hadn't realized he was there.

"HELLO!" He shouted over the roar of Jessie J's Domino blasting. The man had short brown hair and a bare (and hairy) chest.

Tobin swallowed another shot of vodka that burner her throat. The man shouted something that sounded like, "You're full of snot!"

"WHAT?" Tobin inquired, giving the freckled drunk girl (Kelley) the glass of alcohol she was handed.

"I SAID, YOU'RE REALLY HOT!" The man repeated.

This must be one of the straight guys Carli had warned her about.

Tobin shouted back, "I'M GAY!"

The guy paused. "OH. THAT'S OKAY." He forced a smile, "I guess I'll see you around." The man walked away. Probably to give up on the whole club idea and hide under his covers for the next four years.

"Hey Tobs," Carli got the kid's attention. "Think we should do something about them?" She gestured to the center of the room where a obviously drunk Ali, Ashlyn, Opal, and Alex were dancing. Alex had a thin stream of blood dripping from her jaw and Opal was going on her sixth beer. Grimacing, Tobin took in the situation and nodded. Getting up, she grabbed her purse and attempted to drag Ali and Alex, the two closest to the door. Both resisted, complaining that they were enjoying themselves.

"Oh, come on," Tobin moaned as she finally managed to shuffle the two out the door.

"Let's get you home."

-

Hope woke up with a pounding headache. She untangled her bedsheets from her sweat soaked body and started looking for an advil. On the bed next to her, Alex Morgan wished she got hangovers so she could forget about how much of a fool she made of herself last night.

Hope noticed the 17 year old watching her and said, "Was that your first time drinking?" Alex blushed but nodded. Hope smiled a little. "It gets much more enjoyable." Alex looked away. Hope seemed cold and introverted when the two has first met, and Alex was still nervous around the keeper. Could she get over her fear and ask the older girl for advice on her feelings? Ever since she met a certain freckled defender, Alex had felt intrigued and connected in a weird way to Kelley. And by the way O'Hara acted around her, she thought she felt the same. But during tryouts yesterday, when Kelley didn't even look for Alex, she felt her heart break in a way she never thought possible. Alex felt incredibly dumb and childish. The duo had only met two days ago! Why would Alex's new friend like like her?

"Lex?" Hope asked, throwing a pill in her mouth, interrupting the girl's internal debate. "You okay?" Alex nodded, realizing with guilt that Hope had been probably attempting to talk to the forward this whole time.

"We should get breakfast. Are you coming?"

Alex replied with a yes and quickly changed into shorts and a tank top.

Once in the hallway, the girls walked in silence until Hope broke the ice by saying, "Are you nervous about the tryout results?" Alex raised an eyebrow, confused. Then it dawned on her. Tryouts!

"Not really," Alex spoke for the first time. "There's only 16 of us, so I think everybody has a fair shot of making it. Unless they're really horrible." Hope laughed at this.

"And nobody that tried out is," Hope finished. Alex grinned. I guess Hope isn't as bad as I thought!