"So Spencer, I guess our newest bartender made some kind of impression on you." I opened my mouth but nothing came out. My cheeks instantly warming up. "It's okay Spencer; she has one of those personalities that draw you to her. I can say that she has become a great friend to me."

The assistant drew her attention away from the DJ booth back to the conversation at hand. She placed an arm around my shoulder. "Our little Spency here is smitten. I think it could be the fact that this Ashley was adamant about her paying for her drink and told her no, words this girl is not used to hearing other than from me of course. " She winked at me and I shrugged her arm off my shoulder.

Chelsea just laughed at us as I continued to blush. Maybe Madison had a point, this could all be just the challenge Ashley presented to me. Not that I used my celebrity status often, but when I did I was never turned down from what I wanted.

"Chels, since Ashley is such a great friend to you, do share more about her? Give me the dirty details."

Suddenly I felt as if I was not in the same room. I have never been fond of the attention being on me, and that was rare considering what I do for a living. Most actors would rather boast about themselves then the production they were in. "Uh guys, can we not do this." I went on pointing between the two of them. "I am still here after all."

My words fell on deaf ears. "Well Madison. For one I know my girl Ashley Davies is not fazed by celebrity status. She grew up with a famous father who did his best to keep his daughter out of the lime light, much to her mother's demise. She is just so down to Earth and has a killer sense of humor. Never a dull moment with her around, that's for sure. Not to mention, she is beautiful." I pretended not to listen, but I wasn't fooling anyone as Chelsea spoke the last part to me.

"You know Spencer also mentioned her being beautiful." A new set of blush covered my face that I tried to hide as I took a big sip of my drink and finishing it. I set it down harder then I intended and earned chuckles from the two gossip girls. "Chelsea, I never took you for a lesbian. Do you have a crush as well on Ashley?"

The bartender set a new drink down in front of me. She better keep them coming if they continued this line of talk. "I am an artist Madison. I admire the beauty in women." She really didn't answer the question but quickly started talking again. "You'll have to meet Ashley to understand more. Something about the girl, but no, I am not a lesbian. Just have an eye for natural beauty."

"Oh I intend to meet her." Her words were starting to come out with more of an accent after finishing her third drink. Chelsea is not one to hold back the booze, which I am more than thankful for tonight.

I had to find my voice, all this Ashley talk was making my head swim. "Chels do tell more about this new love of football. "

The bartender chuckled. "Well I have the new hobby due to Ashley." Great more Ashley talk. "In exchange for art lessons, she taught me the dummies guide to football. We spend most Saturdays together before coming here for work."

We were interrupted as she fixed some drinks for the inpatient waitress. "At first I wasn't following the game due to the tight pants the players wear."

Madison's face lit up at the bartender's admission. "Oh I hear you there, Chels. I've dated quite a few football players; even had them bring the uniform to the bedroom a few times. Keeping my high school cheerleading uniform has come in quite handy over the years." I wish I could blame the alcohol for this, but this is just Madison being Madison. No filter.

"Madison, I love you, but that is not an image I want in my head." I shake my head to clear this image. I have no doubt she still has her uniform in her closet. I turn to Chelsea. "For that I need a shot, make it a double."

I quickly pick up the shot that was placed in front of me, not even hesitating before taking it down in one gulp. I concentrated on the liquid as it burned its way down my throat. Much better.

Chelsea leaned closer to Madison, in a lower voice she said. "Here's your chance to meet Ashley in person. She's headed right over here." Thankfully I was close enough to the assistant to be able to hear this

I gripped onto Madison's right arm, forcing her to turn to look at me. When she turned to me, I whispered into her ear in a harsh tone. "Madison, be on your best behavior. Forget that, just don't speak." I tried to convey this with a death glare.

She smirked at me and then whispered, "You have nothing to worry about Spence." She then turned her attention the girl who revolved around most of our conversation tonight. I'm in trouble.

I waited patiently at the bar alongside the two girls Greg had pointed out, waiting for Chelsea to make her way over to me. The only place available close to the blonde was beside the Latina. With a new drink and Chelsea's help, I had this bet made. It was obvious from the way Chelsea interacted with the two, she knew them. Chelsea is polite to anyone who approaches the bar, often making small talk, but not dwelling on one customer much longer then it takes to complete their order. But these two had almost all her undivided attention.

Greg was right when he said the brunette was sexy, but I had yet to get a good look at the blonde. My view was blocked by her friend. I hope it's just her friend. They were engaged in a whispered conversation. Hate to break up a happy couple. Somehow over the years, I grew a conscience. I shrugged at the old memories as a smiling Chelsea stepped in front of me.

"Another Bud Light, Ashley?" Something about the way she said my name made me wonder what was up. Not waiting for my response, a fresh bottle was placed in front of me, and all was forgotten.

I tipped my drink to Chelsea, mouthing "thank you" and took a healthy swig of the drink of Gods. When I place the drink down, I felt the brunette next to me turn in my direction. Her eyes bore onto me as a she spoke. "So you're Ashley, huh?" More a statement then a question. Who is this woman, and why does she care who I am.

I addressed her, trying to catch a glimpse of the blonde next to her with no luck. "Uh, that's what it says on my birth certificate." I give her a smile. Chelsea laughed at my comment, and I think I heard a faint chuckle from the blonde next to the brunette.

"Cute." The brunette replied in a cocky tone. Apparently she wasn't finished. "So Ashley, tell me about you."

"Do I have a choice in the matter?" I eyed Chelsea as she watched this. She was laughing so hard I saw tears in her eyes. The brunette gave an amused smile and then gave a quick one word answer, nope. "Alright, since you asked so nicely," This brought up a whole new round of laughter from Chelsea. I tried to give her a please help me look but she was beyond help herself. "Why don't you first tell me your name, and just ask me what you want to know about me.

"Madison." She held out her hand, and I shook her hand. The grip she had on my hand was strong, someone has been eating her Wheaties for breakfast. The brunette didn't let go of her death grip until she gave me a thorough look from head to toe and back up. Only then did she let go with a satisfied look on her face.

"Well Madison, it's nice to meet you." I said in an unemotional tone.

"So Ashley," I took a drink of my beer, wondering why she was so persistent. "Are you a lesbian?"

Wow, her bluntness caught me off guard, making the beer go down the wrong tube. This woman sure doesn't beat around the bush. Her question earned her a smack from the blonde next to her. I am not afraid of my sexuality, hell I have been out for a long time, never ashamed of it. Last time I checked though, gay wasn't tattooed on my forehead. I cleared my throat and raised my eyebrow at the brunette. "Why yes Madison, I am. Are you interested?" I winked.

"What? No, sorry. No offense, but you're not my type. Not at all."

She maybe a woman, but she is not my type. Plus, I still had a bet to win, and I would need to work my charm on her friend. "Thank God, no offense of course."

"What's wrong with me?" From her voice, I think I hit a nerve.

"Oh, uh nothing really, I just have this strong feeling your straight and all." It was the best I could come up with. No need for drama tonight.

She gave out a hearty laugh, easing the tension. I just smiled a relieved smile. "You are completely correct with that statement." I just nodded my head and gave my beer my attention, not sure how to add to this conversation. Madison, as she called herself, was silent all of five seconds. Every time she opens her mouth I have a little fear of what is going to come out. "Ashley, glad that we got that out of the way, but I would like you to meet my dear friend."

I looked up from my beer; finally I get to meet the blonde. Madison removed herself from her stool giving me my first look at the blonde's face. Spencer. "Spencer Carlin, I would like you to meet my new friend Ashley Davies, Ashley this is Spencer. " No shit Madison.

Awkward silence took over. Then Spencer held out her hand out over the vacant seat. She almost appeared shy. Nah. "Ashley, I believe we met the last time I was here." There is a twinkle in her eye as she said this.

My face turned red as I remembered the rather embarrassing first meeting. "Yes, Spencer." I tried to say with confidence as I took her hand. "Glad to see you have returned back to the Office." This interaction is quite a surprise to me, leaving me in a state of shock.

She gave my hand a squeeze that instantly sent warmth up my arm. Then she let go, instantly picking up her drink. She must be thirsty with how fast she was taking in the drink. Maybe this second meeting is just as awkward for her as it is for me. After finishing her drink and singling for another she turned back to me. "Dee has always treated me like family; I just cannot stay away from here."

I nodded my head and said, "Dee has that effect on people. She is defiantly one of a kind." This conversation must really rank up there, but at least it's off the topic of the previously mentioned night.

The song that was playing ended and DK Greg's voice called over the speakers. Instantly it broke my trance, making me remember the reason I was over here in the first place. The bet.

I looked over at Spencer; she appears to be deep in thought. She really is beautiful. I clear my throat and address Spencer and Madison, who just so happens to be pretending not to watch our interaction. "Ladies, I just remembered something, could you excuse me?"

I swear a look of disappointment mixed with relief washed over Spencer's face. She nodded her head, whereas Madison put her death grip on my shoulder. I looked into her eyes, worried once again what was going to come out of her mouth. "You will be coming back, won't you? I am sure Spencer here would love to buy you a drink if you do."

I can honestly say I am afraid to say no to Madison. I have this strange feeling her words alone could make grown men cry. My eyes travel to Spencer's face. She gave me a smile that seemed to be genuine. "Go do what you have to do, Ashley. Come back when you are done and there will be a fresh Bud Light waiting for you here." I smiled back at her. "Don't worry either, I promise I will pay." She winked as she said the last part sending a wave of warmth to my checks. I still get shit about that from Chels and Dee. Will I ever be able to live that down?

Madison let go of my shoulder. "Alright, I will be back shortly, and I will hold you to that beer." I made my way in the direction of the DJ booth that would soon house one dead DJ. He knew what he was doing when he set this bet in motion. No doubt in my mind.