Win A Date With Chris Evans

Please stop all the words.

"I gotta say Jaime, looks like you're hitting it off with everyone.  You fit right in!" Chris slides onto the bar stool next to Jaime, "I'll have what she's having kid." He shouts to the bar tender.

A gentle smile corners his mouth and Jaime can't help returning it.  Her palms start sweating again, but little does she know so are his.  They sit together drinking in uncomfortable silence.

Feeling awkward Jaime decides to break it, don't say anything stupid you fucking idiot.

"This is crazy!" she yells over the boom of the DJ, "don't know how you do it Chris." His name rolling off her tongue a little too easily.

He nods in agreement his mouth twisted into an adorable little smirk, he watches as Jaime fumbles around with her hands.  Her face and voice telling completely different stories from the anxious quirky movements.  This girl man.  What is it about this girl?

"Its pretty daunting at first," he shrugs, "then you kinda get used to it." In this room he is not a celebrity, he is at a work event with his work colleagues and best friends.  There isn't anything out of the ordinary here for him.  And he loves to party. "Some parties are easier than others," he nudges Jaime as she stares at him, "this one has been pretty good." Because you're here Jaime. FUCK Chris stop.  You've known her twelve hours.  Stop behaving like some sort of predator.

Jaime suddenly becomes aware that she has been staring for a lengthy period of time and he probably wants to go join his friends, "go mingle, you don't have to sit with me." Good god why is he sitting with me? He probably thinks I'm a creep.  Did you have to stare for so long?

The bar tender sets down two shots of tequila, thank fuck! Jaime shoots both of them, Chris throws his head back hysterically clutching his chest as he tries to control his laughter, "can we get another two pal." The bar tender nods and fills them out.

Oh fucking yes please give me more, I need more.  I'm sweating...my hole is sweating.  Why is he sitting with me? Fuck say something, he's looking at you like you have things wrong with you...mental things.

"Chrissy boy, I am gonna sink these shooters and then I'm gonna Downey for a selfie." Jaime bobs her head nervously, trying her absolute best to be 'cool', and failing miserably. Jaime Collins you fucking twat...'Chrissy boy?' who says that? Oh my god look at his face, his beautiful face.  He thinks you are deranged, one hundred percent.  I bet he has a secret signal to get him out of this and slap you with a restraining order.  FUCK he looks so good.

Chris stares Jaime up and down her amazing ability to be both an introvert and an extrovert amazes him.  It hasn't occurred to him to give credit to the tequila . Kiss her. NO! Fuck stop Chris. Stop. It. How the fuck can you be catching feelings over this girl you only met this afternoon. She is so fucking gorgeous.

And what makes her even more gorgeous is that she doesn't know or believe how breathtakingly magnificent she is. So tell her Chris...what are you so scared of...?

Chris folds his arms anxiously, "Jaime...I uh...I want to sit here with you." He admits, trying his best  not to come across sleezy. He's drunk and so is she, he wants to remain respectful but at the same time he wants to pursue her, he's not used to not getting what he wants...and its not because Jaime is playing hard to get, its because there is something incredibly different about this one.  There is no one like her.

Jaime slaps Chris's shoulder, "SHUT UP! You could be over there with waaaaaaaaay more interesting people." She spins clumsily on the bar stool pointing to the crowd of Chris's drunken peers, "Tom Hiddleston is over there y'know.  He is sooooooo dreamy." She waffles on, "and holy fuck! There's Kirk from Gilmore Girls." Her mouth hangs open and she begins clapping like a seal, "YO KIRK! What's his name Chris?" she whispers urgently out of the side of her mouth,

"what?"

"The actors name, what's his fucking name?"

"Who, Sean? OH! Yeah Sean Gunn!"

"Hey Sean Gunn! You rock dude! Loved you in Gilmore Girls."  Okay now its time to stop. Send Chris away before you make a fool of yourself.  Okay, make MORE of a fool of yourself.

Chris can't stop laughing, it's the kind of belly ache laugh that ends up being more painful. When he finally manages to calm his hysterics noticing Jaime blushing, fuck.  Could she be more endearing?

"Go sit with your friends Evans, you do not want to be sat here with the boring checkout girl from Iowa." She looks down into her empty glass, her cheeks burning red.

Chris reaches across the bar and squeezes the back of her hand gently, "you are anything but boring Jaime, I actually don't wanna be anywhere else." He laces his fingers with hers.  His heart does somersaults in his chest, this girl.

The two of them sit for just a second in blissful silence, the diegetic sound of the party falls away.  Jaime could have sworn that there was electricity shooting from their fingertips. The intimate moment between them suddenly makes Jaime uncomfortable, he's Chris Evans.  He's not here for you.  Have another drink and enjoy these last fleeting moments because after this party you'll never hear from him again.

"God Chris, why are you so obsessed with me?" Jaime jokingly swipes her hand away tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, trying her best to act nonchalant, unable to hold eye contact with him she searches for the bar tender.

Chris's mouth spreads into a wide smile, "you always this funny?"

What he really means are you always this weird.

Chris's smile twists coyly to the corners of his mouth, just be normal Jaime, stop making stupid jokes.  You look and are acting like an idiot right now.

She tries her best to stop all the silliness remembering that she is in fact an adult first, fan girl second-ish.  Embarrassed by her behaviour, and mortified that for a split second she allowed the walls that she had spent so long building to falter for a second, and for someone completely out of her reach.

"Jaime?" Chris slides his stool closer, "there isn't anywhere else I'd rather be right now. I need you to know that." He pants, out of breath with nerves, sighing longingly as he waits for her to respond. Her eyes shoot up meeting his, panic builds inside her.  What is he saying? And why is saying it?

Is he out of his mind? Oh god, is that real vomit this time?

"Christopher Evans, you have to stop looking at me like that!" stop Jaime, do not say another word.  End it here.  Go to the bathroom, go to the dance floor with Pratt...but whatever you do, don't say the words that are – "I'm a simp." Oh for fucks sake. Please stop...sedation please... "I am one tequila away from sexually harassing you." JAIME COLLINS! Oh god... its out. I said it. Oh fuck fuck fuck. That's enough, no more words.  You are mute now.  Pretend you have lost your voi- "have you seen my Tiktok?" OH NO.  R.I.P me. Are you fUcKiNg insane?  Yes actually, apparently you are. 

Chris's eyes burrow into Jaime softly as he tilts his head, "I have as a matter of fact."

"Oh shit."