Prologue:
"And on that note Pete...I'm gonna leave." Jaime slams down her last $50 bill onto the table and swipes the half empty bottle of red wine that they had shared.
Pete sneers at her, "stuck up bitch!" he yells after her. She doesn't even dignify it with a response, flipping him off isn't responding right? She storms out of the restaurant and makes off down the street gulping the wine ferociously.
"Hey Siri, call Tabatha."
"Hey girl..." Tabatha shouts cautiously through Jaime's apple watch.
"Fucking bullshit Tabs, he snorted a line of cocaine at the dinner table. I am so done with these fucking assholes. Doesn't anyone meet the old fashioned way anymore?" She throws the empty bottle of wine in the trash can outside her apartment, relishing in the satisfying smash of the glass.
" 'Fraid not baby girl! Any way you're one to talk... you gonna go home and read thirst tweets and post Marvel smut online?" Tabatha's giggle echoes through the watch.
Jaime cheeks hurt trying to contain the burst of laughter that wants to escape, "those men love me. They'll never leave me. Now fuck off Tabs, call you tomorrow!"
"Night! Happy hangover!"
Jaime unlocks the door to her apartment, stripping off in the hallway as she bounces off the walls in her bra and pants. She grabs an open bottle of wine from the fridge teasing the cork out with her teeth and spits it across the room with a pop.
Laying on the couch half naked she takes out her cell and flicks through Twitter reading silly memes and boring tweets about the environment.
There he is in all his glory.
Christopher Robert Evans...
She hits retweet.
Then a link pops up...
~ Win A Date With Chris Evans ~
What has she got to lose? Nothing, 'cause she'll never win.
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Win A Date With Chris Evans
Fanfiction{{COMPLETE}} What would you do if you won a date with your celebrity crush? After yet another terrible tinder date that resulted in far too much red wine Jaime Collins decided to enter a competition... to win a date with Chris Evans. Winning is eit...
