Hey guys, the next part. I was wondering how our little beloved genius would pick up a girl and thought Emily would be wondering about the same thing,so here is my answer to this.
Great thanks to my dear friend Melhb, who told me I didn´t wrote bullshit and my dear beta deal4321, who always works faster than I can write.
In a small bar somewhere near Washington DC, it was crowded but not in the "I am almost becoming claustrophobic" way. Some people were dancing, some were chatting and some where sitting alone at the bar counter.
A young man entered the bar. He settled near the dance floor. He was tall and lanky with brown hair, dressed in jeans and a well fitting button down shirt. For a while he just stood there nursing a drink.
In the opposite corner, also standing near the dance floor was a brunette woman outshining the others with her natural elegance wearing simple jeans and a tank top. She was alone and watched her surroundings from a corner where she wouldn't be easily seen.
The young man looked around hoping to see some familiar faces. He was a regular and the bartenders knew what he liked to drink.
It was during his walk around the dance floor that he noticed her. Slowly he made his way to her and thought about how to strike up a conversation with her. He was only a few steps away when a drunk man popped up in front of the woman and tried to make her leave with him. She ignored him but he became intrusive. At this point the young man interfered.
"The lady doesn't want to go with you and you better head on home."
The drunk man turned to faced him.
"An´what do ya gonna do if I stay?"
"Do you see those guys at the door?"
The young man pointed at the two bouncers who looked like bodybuilders.
"Your friends?" the drunk laughed.
Unhappy about this the young man beckoned the two bouncers over. The woman stepped away from the drunk and closer to the younger one.
"Is there any problem, Spencer?" one of the bouncers asked.
"Actually there is. This man here is drunk and won't stop troubling this lady here."
"Is that true?" the other bouncer wanted to know.
"Yeah, I told him to leave me alone and ignored him but he wouldn't go."
"That bitch is lying. She made me horny and now won't follow through with it."
The bouncers didn't believe the drunk man and guided him gently outside. Relieved the woman let out a deep sigh. Spencer turned to face the unknown woman but because she was so close, he accidentally spilled half of his drink on her tank top. Hastily he reached out for some napkins and handed them to her to help dry her clothes.
"I am so sorry. I don't mean to spill my drink on you. Originally it was intended to end up in me."
He smiled in apology. A deep look in her eyes with his puppy dog look and she smiled back unable to remain angry with him.
"It's ok. Those things happen in a bar, right? ... And what are you doing when you are not helping woman get rid of unpleasant company?"
"Nothing fancy. I hoped to meet some friends of mine but it seems they aren't here."
He looked around to make sure of it.
"For a man it isn't unusual to go out on his own, for a woman it can be unpleasant and dangerous if anything turns out wrong."
She was still busy trying to dry her tank top and only looked at him here and there.
"Like it did a few seconds before?"
"Yeah, that was one example of what can happen. That idiot should be happy you came along."
Still a bit angry she looked to the entrance. Puzzled Spencer looked at her.
"I thought you would be the lucky one."
"But he should be happy because if he hadn't gone away or you hadn't showed up I would have had to free myself from his company."
"So you are a tough girl? If you don't need my help anymore I had better leave."
Spencer gave her a little bow and turned to leave her. She reached out for his shoulder and stopped him.
"I just wanted to say if necessary I can take care of myself but even a tough girl sometimes needs a tough guy to hold her."
A little smile crossed his face as he faced her again.
"I have heard about that but thought it was just rumors."
"There is always a piece of truth in rumors." she answered smiling.
"I have heard about that too. And what is this tough girl doing?"
"Nothing fancy."
The fact that she imitated him didn't go unnoticed by Spencer.
"And nothing fancy means what for you??"
"Some totally boring things, and what does it mean for you?"
The woman quirked an eyebrow as if to say: Trying to be interesting.
"The same thing."
"So we are both boring people I guess."
"A boring job doesn't mean the person is boring. Eventually the person behind the job is a little riddle."
With a wink Spencer ordered new drinks.
"A riddle? Even if every woman has a secret, I don't think everybody is mysterious. And by the way the mysterious guys mostly turn out to be freaks or psychopaths."
She gave him a funny look as if she wanted to be sure he wasn't one of the mentioned possibilities.
"And what kind of guy do you think I am?" he asked while he gave her the new drink.
"First you are nice and a gentleman but that just makes you more suspicious."
Spencer laughed at this remark. How true it was.
"Indeed, it does, I guess. What can I do to prove I am not the big bad wolf?"
"You actually did one thing to prove it already."
Puzzled he tried to remember what he had done to prove this. The woman giggled at the face he was making.
"You don't know what I mean, right?"
"I don't have a clue."
"In fact there were two things. First you helped me with that guy when you realized I didn't want to be seduced. Second you ordered us new drinks and didn't put any drugs in mine."
He was still puzzled.
"I don't think very highly of men who need to do those things. Not only because drugging a person is a crime it's also a sign of weakness and cowardice. Either the woman wants to join me or she doesn't."
She nodded in respect.
"So, If I leave now ..."
"...I would let you go and I would go home alone."
Once more he gave her these puppy dog eyes. She felt as she began to melt under his gaze that made her want to embrace him.
"And if I don't want to go home alone either?"
"I would be pleased to invite to my place."
"Which is accidentally in the middle of nowhere." She said with a smirk.
"No, in fact I live just a few blocks away."
"Now I feel safe, because people would hear me cry if I need help."
"I hope you will cry because of other reasons." Spencer said in a low voice. The glance in his eyes made her shiver with desire.
"Is that a promise?"
Her voice was trembling and husky. She could feel the goosebumps appearing on her upper body.
"Would you let me fulfil it?"
He reached out to put a strand of hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes and shivered again because of his touch that lasted a bit longer than necessary.
"Let's go home." She whispered.
Even if Spencer couldn't hear it he understood what she said.
"Yeah, let's go home. Enough with playing, Emily."
"I totally agree, honey, and you better keep that promise."
"I always keep my promises."
Holding onto each other Emily and Spencer ended their little experiment. It all started with a curious Emily who wanted to know how Spencer normally picked up a girl.