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"But I thought you were this, cool, super confident American bad boy?" Jerome grinned, taking a sip of his cold drink. Eddie rolled his eyes at his British friend, scanning the crowded bar.
"Fine, if you think you're so cool, I dare you to go up to one of the girls and ask her to dance," Eddie finished his drink, placing the glass on the waitresses tray, she smiled flirtatiously at him, but he completely ignored her. Jerome wiped his mouth
"Dare me? What are you? Five?"
"Okay, how about a bet? You get one of the girls to go home with you tonight, I give you….$50?"
"Jeez Sweetie, you've lived in London for eight years now, it's pounds not dollars, pounds,"
"Yeah yeah," Eddie waved him off "£50 then, go on," he nodded towards a big group of girls. Jerome's eyes widened slightly, and he wished Alfie were here. But his dark friend was at his parent's house, for what he couldn't remember. Jerome swallowed, he didn't like big clusters of girls, they almost made him feel nervous. Then he remembered who was standing beside him, and he wasn't about to lose himself now.
"Deal," he grinned, setting down his drink, and sauntering over to the dance floor. He headed over to a smaller cluster of friends, all beautiful women about his age. He tapped the one with red hair on the shoulder. The three of them turned around "Hi," he smiled charmingly at her, and that normally worked. He was a handsome young man, dressed in expensive, yet not flashy clothing, with great hair, and wonderful eyes, and a good height The red haired girl glared at him
"What do you want?" she snarled. Jerome raised his hands in defence
"Easy!" he called, laughing "I was just wondering if you wanted to dance-"
"Sorry," the brunette cut him off, and she sounded sincere "We're in the middle of some-"
"You're American?" his face lit up and he clapped his hands together "Oh that's brilliant," he laughed "Listen, I've got a friend, Eddie," he turned, angling himself and pointing to Eddie who was stuffing his face with crisps. "Usually a little more charming than that," he brushed off "Can I introduce you-"
"It's my bachelorette party," the American finished. Jerome's eyes widened in understanding
"Oh right! Sorry to intrud-" he was cut off when the brunettes phone went off, she picked it up and pressed it hard to her ear
"It's Fabian!" she smiled at the other two, and they nodded encouragingly "I'm gonna go," she pointed to the bathroom so she could speak to her fiancé in private.
"She seems nice," Jerome nodded at the two girls. The red haired sighed
"Listen slimeball. We're not interested, can you turn around and walk away? We're not interested in the bet you made."
Jerome couldn't contain his smile, he tapped her nose "Come to think of it, you would be perfect for my friend Eddie."
"Him?" Patricia arched an eyebrow at the guy stuffing his face "I don't think so-"
"Scared?" Jerome teased. Patricia glared at him, she didn't even know this strangers name, but she pushed past him and headed across the bar to this so called 'Eddie' person. Jerome chuckled again, sliding one hand into his pocket.
"Don't mind Patricia," came a voice, it was the last girl, he barely looked at her
"She seems fun," he grinned. "I'm Jerome by the way," he watched at Patricia and Eddie immediately started some…friendly banter.
"Mara Jaffray," said the small girl.
"Yeah, that's great," he dismissed her, "Listen, I'm gonna go over there, stop them from ripping each other apar-" he turned to say good bye to Mara, and froze when he saw her. She was beautiful. Long wavy black hair, lovely tanned skin, sparkling deep brown eyes, a gorgeous dress that hugged her body perfectly. "Woah…" he whispered. Mara smiled at him
"That's fine, see you around," she waved. Jerome stood frozen where he was.
"You're stunning." He whispered truthfully, and he couldn't help but hear his heart flutter at the immediate blush that covered her cheeks. He raised his pale hand to stroke her cheek softly. "Sorry…I'm not normally this…shell shocked," he looked over her over again "Wow," he gave a shaky laugh "I'm surprised this isn't your bachelorette party,"
Mara gave a soft laugh "No way, I haven't found my special someone," she turned to look out over the crowd
"I think I might have," Jerome whispered under his breath, standing closer beside her "Listen, can I have your number maybe, Mara?"
Mara pursed her lips and shook her head. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation "Listen Jerome, you seem really nice, and funny, and cool," she smiled kindly "But you're obviously the type of guy that judges a girl by her looks,"
"Why would you think that?"
"Because you were completely ignoring me before you saw me." She stated simply, shrugging "It's alright,"
Jerome rubbed the back of his neck "Sorry,"
"We can be friends though, I need someone around to make me laugh," she pulled a piece of paper from her purse, and scribbled down her number in neat handwriting "Here, give me a call, we can meet up sometime,"
"Sure," Jerome whispered, dazed, watching her walk into the bathroom after her friend.
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"You out did yourself with Patricia," Edie laughed, slapping Jerome on the back as the two stumbled out into the night
"Who?" Jerome frowned, puzzled
"The red haired beauty," he sighed "She's perfect," he laughed again, remembering something she had said "But unfortunately that doesn't mean I can let you off, because here you are, alone." He shrugged "Give it,"
Jerome handed over the money and laughed "I don't care,"
"But you lost the bet," Eddie stated, stumped
"I think it's time to try a different game," he said more to himself, fingering the piece of paper with Mara's number in his pocket.
"Come on," Eddie wheeled him away "I promised Patricia I'd call her,"
"Wait what? You're going to call her first? Way to look needy," Jerome laughed as the two of them became distant figures in the street.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Eddie shoved Jerome slightly "….so, should I wait for her to call…."
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