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Spencer leaves the club in a rush, prompting a heart to heart with the girls.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5jz8xdpR0M

Thankfully, the rest of the night was quiet, only two more people having to be asked to leave when they tried to get freaky in a booth. Not to be hypocritical, they were offered a room, but they refused, claiming that we were shaming them, but in reality, the club had real rules about public sex: Don't. So they were removed, and when the security crew returned 20 minutes later, each looking pissed and in need of a drink, Grace and I poured each of the team a shot and to my surprise, Spencer took one, drinking it back like a champ. I poured myself one and him another placing it in front of him.

He gave me a curious look, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched me. I wasn't drunk, at least, not yet, but I had had a pleasant buzz going all night. "Haven't you had enough?" He replied quickly, as I dabbed my finger in salt and laid it on my hand, grabbing a lime to bite after I drank back the tequila. I shrugged, wrapping my fingers around the glass, looking at him pointedly as I brought my hand to my mouth, ready to lick it. "What, are you going to stop me?" I challenged, waiting a beat before I moved.

"Do you want me to?" He replied just as deadly, and I raised my eyebrows, quickly licking the salt and then drinking back the shot, biting into the lime just before the taste hit me. My face screwed up at the sour juice and I sighed as the heat of the alcohol hit me. "How much have you had? And have you eaten?"

"Grace is watching me, I'm fine." I retorted, reaching for his once I realized he wasn't going to drink it.

"That's not what I asked." He snapped, his hand quickly coming to encircle my wrist.

"Well it's the answer I gave you." I snapped right back, using my free hand to grab it when he wasn't looking and swallow it back, taking his coke to chase it. I took pity on him, knowing how he wasn't the biggest fan of germs and got him a new glass, refilling it with his coke of choice. He watched me with dangerous eyes and I just pretended I didn't feel them burning into me, then again, that may just be the tequila meeting the long island iced tea in my system.

"You're toeing dangerously on the line of being obstinate.You need to slow down." His voice was low, and I was almost sobered by the shock of anticipatory fear that ran through me. Unfortunately, my clever reply was garbled when it left me, and instead of eloquently telling him to fuck off, I said this:

"Make me." Famous last words obviously, because I watched as his nostrils flared and his shoulders tensed. Then, just as soon as it happened, it vanished, and he relaxed again.

"You're drunk." He sighed, grabbing his glass in an attempt to calm himself down.

"And you're boring." I replied, getting myself an excuse to leave the bar by grabbing a rack of dirty dishes and returning them to the kitchen. Just as I did, Jennie, who was waitressing tonight walked in to drop off an order. I grabbed her arm and brought her into the bathroom just off the kitchen while she sputtered in confusion. "Jennie! I need you to smack me."

She looked at me in confusion, then a mischievous smile spread over her face. "Why don't you ask Spencer, I'm sure he'd jump at the chance." From the unamused look on my face, she ascertained that that fact was the source of my issues at the moment. "Oh shit, whats happening."

"I don't know! I really have no idea! My ex boyfriend and I met through mutual friends on a double date. And I never really dated before that! I don't know how to do this!" I slumped down on the toilet, dropping my suddenly very heavy head on my hands.

Jennie sighed, and crouched in front of me, mirroring our positions from last week. "Okay, slow down, what happened exactly?" So I told her. I told her about him picking me up, about the teasing and the jokes. She knew about the text messages, it was all we talked about all week. She waited until I was done before she said anything, and even then she waited a hot second before she spoke.

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