"So, what do you want to eat today?" Ryan asked Chloe.
"Um, i saw a billboard for a new bar. Or at least I think it's a bar...it was all in German." she answered.
"What's the bar called?"
"Trinken ist Liebe, I think" Chloe said.
"Oh...that place," he smirked. "They have karaoke, we shouldn't go."
"What, scared I'm gonna beat you?"
"Never."
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Chloe and Ryan ended up going to this 'bar' and when they got there, Chloe was smirking of anticipation.
Ryan got out of the car, and when he closed the door, a squirrel threw an acorn at his face.
"Ow! God dammit! What the hell was that?! It went up my nose!" He cried.
"Oh, shut your face hole, the squirrel is adorable." Chloe scoffed. "You know what, let's go in before he calls apron his squirrel army. It will be World War Tree. See what I did there? Tree. Wow, that was good."
"Chloe?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Yeah, okay."
They entered the bar, and we're surprised to see a cowboy themed strip club.
"This is right up your alley." Chloe told Ryan.
"And why in the fuck of Mother Nature banging Earth would you think that?"
"Cause there's a bunch of country music on your phone."
"Pfft...I don't...,psssh, whaaaat?"
"You're a really bad liar. How'd you get the job of a Spy?"
"I-I was...uh...I'm just acting now. Like right now. Right this minute."
"Suuure."
"Let's just get a drink." Ryan said, dragging Chloe over to a barstool. A man with big, large, thick glasses came over.
"What could I get you two fine ladies." He said to Ryan and Chloe in his southern accent. Chloe turned red from trying to hold in her laughter.
"I'd like some vodka." Chloe said. "And she'll have some tequila. A pint."
"Alrighty. I'll get that right up."
"Seriously? And a pint of tequila? Do you think I'm immortal or something? Not even Jesus could drink that much."
Chloe burst out laughing. "Yes. You have to drink all of it."
"Fine. If you sing you're favorite songs, meaning five, tonight for karaoke.
Chloe went a sickening color of white. "O-okay."
Chloe stood up and went to the machine. She scrolled through the iPad that held all the songs till she found her favorite. She started singing.
"BABY BABY BABY OOOH LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOOH!"
The people in the audience were not pleased.
"KEEP BEIBER IN AMERICA!" One shouted.
"BEIBER CAN SUCK MY DICK!" Said another.
"FUCK JUSTIN, FUCK HIM ROGHT IN THE EAR!" Another shouted.
Meanwhile, Ryan stared, awestruck. He ran up to the stage, and grabbed another microphone. He sang as well.
"I THOUGHT YOUD ALWAYS BE MINE!" He screamed.
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They were kicked out of the club, drunker than Lindsay Lohan on a Friday night. They did the most logical think drunk people would do and went skydiving....
...and Chloe went first...
...and she wasn't ready.
"HOLY SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK PUSSY FUCK BITCH SLAP DAMMIT ASS FUCK." Was all you could hear when she started.
And that was the end of Chloe BillyBoob.
Just kidding.
She woke up in a hospital bed- a rather sexy one to be exact. But she couldn't remember how she got there.
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HEEEY GUUUYS!!! *Waves epically*
Just to put out there, Chloe and I actually hate Justin Bieber with a passion...a passion so deep, Chloe could kill him with butter knives covered in lemon juice then have him step on a Lego.
Anyways, I know that I started this story with the idea of random humor all the way through, and I haven't put a lot of that in the last two chapters. I tried putting a little more in this chapter.
I know it's short, but I'm running out of ideas.
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Dear CHLOE
FantasyI have taken over your phone. This is a story written by @maleficent3487 as to when I stole Your phone Chloe. ^.~
