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    The Deal – (Chapter: Carlin Competition)

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    The way to the local bar Glen was bouncing in the driver’s seat and Spencer snuggled in the back clinging on to Ashley.  Wonderful, it’s Thanksgiving and I’m spending a few hours chatting up men with my brother standing next to me getting girl’s numbers.  Yayy the Christmas I always dreamed of. 

    What would have been a 30 minute drive Glen reduced to a 15 minute drive and the four were now in the busy pub. 

     

    Filled with lonely people, festive people, people of all sorts.  Glen turned to Spencer, “okay baby sis.  1 hour.  As many numbers as you can get.  Oh and Spence…only girls.”  He said smirking ready to win the tournament.

    “WHAT??!!”  Spencer squeaked from her position by the door as Glen dove into the crowds, almost immediately striking up a conversation with a redhead.

    “He said only girls Ash!  Only girls!!!”  Spencer looked absolutely terrified.

    “Babe, you do know you’re a lesbian right?”  The brunette reminded her wife.

    “Well yes, but I’m no good at getting girls!!  With guys you just look at them smile and then they give you their number!!  Girls are harder to… work with!”  She continued ranting nervously.

    “Spence, you got me!!” 

    “I didn’t get you!  You got me!!”  the blonde replied frantically.

    Ashley laughed placing her arms on her wife’s shoulders and looked deep into those blue eyes she loved so much.  “Go get ‘em, those girls will never know what hit ‘em.”

    She turned Spencer around and pushed her into the crowds, just as Glen smiled at the redhead pocketed her number moved on towards a blonde.

    Spencer herself stumbled right into another blonde girl.  Who in turn smiled.

    “Hi.” She reached out her arm.  “I’m Tammy.”

    “H—Hi. Tammy.  So nice to meet you.”  Spencer stuttered as her voice cracked.

    “So do you come here oft–”

    “Do you have a library card, because I’d like to check you out.”  Spencer word vomited before she realized she was interrupting Tammy. 

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    1. ugh madison?!?! of course it would be her. lol I’m with kgould on this one… the library thing??? come on spence! you can do so much better than that! anyway fantastic update! pms!

    2. Haha. Very good Madison. Poor, poor Spencer can’t hit on girls. Like really? Is the library card thing the best you can come up with? That was priceless.

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