A/N: Short but I like it.
"Here we are folks, down to the wire, Carlin needs to make this in order to win the championship. And this isn't going to be an easy shot. " "Why yes Darryl, I would have to agree with you, Miss Davies has left the cue ball in a very challenging position for her opponent. So much so, that if Miss Carlin makes a mistake then it could lead to the loss of the game and championship."
"Oh will you just hit the ball already?" Ashley pleaded through chuckles over Spencer's terrible, overdone emcee and banter skills, "I'm so glad you never wanted a radio career, and what kind of name is Darryl?"
Spencer just simply kept leaning over the pool table and smugly looked up at her friend. "I may not have emcee skills but I make it up in other areas." And with that, she smoothly hit the eight ball into the pocket without having to look down.
"I can't believe you little miss pool shark. When have you been practicing?"
"Aiden has been giving me a lot of pointers," Spencer simply stated, "so where's my prize?"
"Prize? There was no prize," Ashley answered back, "although…."
Ashley then laid her cue stick on the table and slowly walked over to Spencer who was leaning on the other side. Using her arms to keep her self propped up, Spencer turned around and waited to see what Ashley was about to do. Ashley practically straddled Spencer's legs as well as she could since they were both standing and their lips were merely a couple inches apart. Ashley put her hands on Spencer's waist and Spencer could feel Ashley's hot breath as her lips came closer. "What are you doing," Spencer huskily whispered, hoping the other didn't hear the hitch in her voice as she felt Ashley's fingernails lightly grazing her sides. Just as Spencer was about to close her eyes in waiting for the inevitable, Ashley brought her mouth to her ear instead, "that guy over there has been checking us out all night, and I thought it would be fun to give him a show, tease him with something he can't have." And while Spencer stood there dumbfounded, Ashley backed away with a big grin and went to grab some beers at the bar.
After processing what just happened, Spencer realized her heart was going a mile a minute and she felt dizzy all of a sudden. Making her way to the table she sat down to try and regain her composure. "So things are still going good with Rachel, I mean it's only been a couple of days but there is just something about her. I know I don't normally date people I meet at a club but this one is different I think," Ashley rambled on as soon as she got back with the drinks. "Did you know she works with Kyla? Well, not with her, but they do work for the same company and even in the same building, and she went to UCLA like us, but she's a few years older. She's going to be 26 actually, in November. She's a total dog person like me, and she comes from a broken home too. Well, who's isn't these days right? Except for yours of course. She's a total homebody too, and she says she rarely goes out to the club, and last Friday was the first time in months. This must mean it's fate then right? I think so."
Spencer just stared at her now nearly empty bottle trying to slow down her still racing heart. "Spence? What's wrong? Are you ok?" Spencer did not feel good. She stood up and ran into the bathroom with Ashley quick on her heels. Spencer dove for the toilet and puked and puked and after there was no more vomit, she sat there on the grimy bathroom floor and dry-heaved. "It's ok Spence, it's ok," Ashley whispered as she rubbed her back, "had a little too much alcohol?" she continued, chuckling a little bit to lighten the situation.
Spencer replied shakily, "yeah, that must be it."