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    Things Happen – (Chapter: Chapter 3 – There ain’t no party like a Spencer party)

     

    Ashley shivered suddenly when she felt someone’s breathe on her ear “hey sexy do you want a screaming orgasm?” Ashley moaned quietly but loud enough for Spencer to hear “is that a yes?” you could tell Spencer had a smirk on her face with out having to look at her, Ashley whipped round luckily Spencer was one step ahead and had moved back avoid an almost certain clash of heads instead their eyes clashed Ashley’s words caught in her throat as she stared into strangely loving blue orbs of Spencer Carlin her chest tightened as Spencer got closer holding the cocktail out to her shakily Ashley took the drink from the girl “t-thanks” Spencer’s heart caught fire the minute Ashleys eyes swirled a mixture of light and dark browns “its my pleasure believe me, wanna dance?” Ashley unable to speak only nodded in response, Spencer grinned happily grabbing Ashley by the hand and pulled her to the main room where everyone was grinding into each other as the pussycat dolls don’t cha was playing.

     

    Else where Snoopy was getting bored of the obvious flirting of the red head in front who was only talking about herself ‘so much like a guy’ she thought “your so my type sally” Frankie was truly an idiot Snoopy had had it by now “it’s Snoopy and your so not my type so shoo biatch” Frankie stood stunned nobody had ever reacted that way towards her finally the shock wore off “whatever your loss” “I don’t consider avoiding herpes from a dirty tramp a loss” Snoopy scoffed and left, Frankie walked over to the keg into kitchen she filled her cup, whilst taking sips her eyes scanned the room for the next girl that she thought she could get she wasn’t unrealistic she knew she couldn’t pull possible model types and unfortunately nearly all of Spencers friends were possible models sighing Frankie decided she needed something stronger while she was looking for some spirits to liven herself up she looked over at the dance floor she noticed that they were crowded around a couple dancing being cheered on by the rowdy crowd but not being able to see she decided that she would take a closer look finally pushing her way through the crowd to the front.

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