Win A Date With Chris Evans

Toilet Girl

A/N: If you read, please vote! It keeps me motivated ♥️.

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The after party is everything Jaime imagined and more.  The cast and other celebrities treat her like one of their own.  Chris doesn't want her to hang with the assistants, he wants to show her off, so he leads her around the room introducing her like a perfect gentleman.

Jaime is spun around on the dance floor by Anthony Mackie, then thrown across to Chris Pratt who dad dances circles around her, they laugh hysterically together doing the robot and other silly retro dance moves. He wraps his arms around her pulling in for a bear hug which she obviously accepts.
"Do your own competition Pratt! Then maybe you'll land a date." Evans jokingly seperates the embrace, "very funny Chris! Jaime, this isn't over!" Pratt spins on his heel and exits the dance floor.
Jaime sighs exhaustedly, her feet pinch, the dress is uncomfortable and this teeny tiny little purse is getting in the way of everything.

She follows Evans as he spots Hemsworth from across the room, why so many fucking Chris' in one room?
Evans stands with his arm snaked around Jaime's shoulders, shes not sure if he's using her as a crutch or if he just wanted to touch her.
Definitely the latter.
"what I'm saying Evans is that if we push for it we could absolutely get a action movie together." Hemsworth is drunkenly trying to coerce Chris, "I'm not talking superhero shit, I'm talking mercenaries and gun fights and hand to hand combat! Lets pitch it, right now!"
Chris high fives him excitedly and they begin bro hugging and jumping around like frat boys, "Yeah!" Evans shouts, "Yeah?!" Hemsworth replies, "YEAH!!" they shout together skipping off towards the Russo brothers who are deep in conversation with Robert Downey Jr and Samuel Jackson.

Fucking hell that was intense.

Jaime heads off in the direction of the bar, deciding to take a diversion to the bathroom. She enjoys the quiet of the cubicle closing her eyes she takes a mental step back, and a very deep breath.
Chris is literally so amazing, they all are.  But it isn't her world, its theirs.  She'll go back to working in a supermarket, and she's happy with her uncomplicated simple life, because out there...that life is crazy.

But just for tonight lets enjoy it Jaime.  Don't sabotage this for yourself.  There's only a few hours left.

To: Tabitha
Hiding in bathroom, what doing?

From: Tabitha
Jaime Collins you get your ass back out there! You fucking nerd!
Working a double because some bitch won a date with Chris Evans and left us high and dry.  Don't over think it.  Get drunk and enjoy it!

To: Tabitha
What a selfish cunt!
I'm going...how many tequilas will it for me to ask RDJ for a selfie... answers on a postcard.
Call you when I'm back at hotel.

Tabs was always able to talk Jaime off a ledge, they both suffered from high functioning anxiety.  Jaime wished that sometimes it was on the surface and then she wouldn't be able to mask it with humour and self deprecating jokes but alas this was not the case.

"Excuse me...?" A voice comes from the next cubicle.

Is she talking to me?

"everything okay in there?" Jaime asks nervously, dreading the answer.

"You don't happen to have a tampon do you?"

Every woman's nightmare, shit.

"I'm sorry I don't...but I can go get you one?"

Where from Jaime?! Do you even know where a store is? Idiot.

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

"You didn't, I offered."

Jaime flushes, exits the cubicle and washes her hands. She leaves the bathroom in search of the bar exit, before spotting Roxanne sitting at a booth by the DJ with the other assistants.

Oh great! Surely, she'll have one, or know where to get one.

And she did, Roxanne had one in her purse.

She taps the toilet cubicle lightly, "hey it's me...the uhh... toilet girl." Oh my god did I just refer to myself as toilet girl.  Fuck my life.

"Oh thank god, I thought maybe you had run away from the crazy tampon lady." Jaime slides it underneath the door, "thank you so much.  Wait there, please let me buy you a drink." The voice pleads gently.

Jaime looks around the empty bathroom shrugging her shoulders, "sure, why not."

Wait isn't it a free bar?

Brie Larson walks out of the cubicle smiling softly, "well, I'll order you a drink and pretend I bought it." She laughs washing her hands and checking her teeth in the mirror.

HOLY FUCKING FUCK. Its CAPTAIN FUCKING MARVEL!

"Heyyy, aren't you the girl that won the date with Evans...I'm sorry...your name is...Jodie-" she screws her face up.

I'll be Jodie if you want me to be...fucking hell. BI PANIC! BI PANIC!

Jaime tries not to be completely star struck, "its Jaime, but I'll answer to anything." Why did you say that?

Brie looks a little confused but beams at her all the same.  She likes Jaime, Jaime seems nice.  Definitely more forthcoming than most fans.  And she hasn't asked for a selfie yet.

Jaime and Brie sit at the bar slinging back free tequila shots, they sway dancing along to the music genuinely enjoying one another's company.

"Brie, I'm sorry to interrupt but Joe Russo is looking for you." The suited handsome assistant stands awkwardly as Jaime and Brie sit with lemons in their mouths.

Brie slumps down unenthusiastically, "networking no doubt.  Alright, Jamie...its been a pleasure getting to know you.  Hopefully our paths will cross again." She sways back and forth, and Jaime cant help but wonder if she's really in a position to be talking to a cab driver never mind Joe Russo, "I bid you adieu!" she leans down and smashes her lips against Jamie's giving her the sloppiest girlfriend kiss ever! Brie salutes and wanders off with the assistant.

What the fuck, what is it with this cast? Do they just kiss everyone, not that I'm complaining but holy fuck.  FUCK! I washed my hand, Sebastians kiss is gone. Okay... I am NOT washing my mouth. What a night man...what a night.

The bar tender lines up another shot of tequila, gesturing for Jaime to lean in, "are you the competition winner?" he asks coyly.

Have a little fun...

"no, I'm one of the voice actors for the Korean robotic mouse army, run by Howard The Duck." She dramatically clamps her hands over her mouth, "oh shit! Spoiler alert! Don't tell anyone I told you."

The bar tender jumps around excitedly and asks for a selfie, "Oh my god thank you! I won't tell a soul.  Can't have you going to Marvel jail!"

I'll take my Oscar now thank you. While you're at it I'll have a Golden Globe as well.
Hello, Kevin Feige...yeah I'm your new star.

He moves along the bar to serve more drinks; Bradley Cooper orders a whiskey sour. Jaime just watches in awe of each celebrity.  They are all human, but too Jaime and every other fan they are superhuman, and all of them in the one room. In all the places in all the whole world this is the most exciting one to be in. At least to Jaime it is.

This is just so normal for everyone, except me.  I'm the odd one out here.  I am the ultimate fan girl.  HA! If only they knew.  Maybe I should lay off the booze, oh god is that vomit?   *burps* nope! And now there's room for more alcohol!