Who: Tyler and Spencer What: Spencer flirts with Tyler When: The Sunday before Halloween, during the Naked Time plot Where: A bar near campus Warning/Rating: Low/none Status: Complete
Halloween was a wonderful time of year. For one, not only was it acceptable for people to wear as little clothing as possible, it was almost expected. And Tyler had managed to find the perfect gladiator costume to dress up in.
There was a great Halloween pub crawl that he had decided to go to with his football team, and was standing that the bar, getting ready to order a round of shots for some of his friends. It was times like this when he wished he was a hybrid though. Then he could just compel himself to the front of the line, and get free drinks to boot.
Spencer wasn’t supposed to be in the bar. She wasn’t quite the legal, drinking age, and on Halloween a lot of the bars were stringent on their ID checks. But Spencer Hastings was pretty much made of money, and had the best fake ID money could buy. So she was inside the bar, sipping wine and flirting with anyone who gave her the time of day. In her flapper costume a lot of guys were.
She gave the Gladiator a once over. “Man, you fill out that costume perfectly,” she said, unashamed.
Tyler looked over at the flapper who had talked to him. She was good-looking, he noticed, especially so in her costume. “I know,” he said, offering her something of a smirk. It was why he was wearing it, after all. “Your costume’s pretty good too.” He thought that she wouldn’t look out of place at the 20s decade dance he’d recently had in his dreams, but he didn’t say as much. He wasn’t the type to just randomly talk about his dreams to random strangers in the bar.
Spencer Hastings wasn’t the kind of person who normally struck up random conversations in bars, but tonight was one of those fuck it kind of nights. After making a complete fool of herself with Toby, she had to get away and have a drink (or three) to repair her confused little mind. It was going to be weird later, that was for sure.
“Thanks,” Spencer’s smile brightened a little and she gave a shimmy, making all the little tassels and fringe on her dress jiggle for him. “Think I should keep it in the act?”
The shimmying tassels certainly drew the eye, but Tyler only stopped to appreciate it for a moment before turning his attention back to the bar as the crowd shuffled slightly forward. What he wouldn’t give for some compulsion right about now. “I don’t see why not. Do what you like,” Tyler said, turning his attention back to Spencer. He looked at her a little closer, certain that he knew her. And then it clicked. “Hey, you didn’t go to Huntington Beach High, did you?”
Spencer shrugged her shoulders, then broke into a grin and thanked the bartender who set a pint of cider on the bar in front of her. She turned her attention back to Tyler as the bartender went on to the next order, a pair of sexy firefighters giggling half-way down the bar.
“Yeah, I did.” Spencer said, grinning over at him. More attention from the Gladiator? Yes, please. “Class of two thousand fourteen.” Maybe that was why he looked familiar? Had they gone to school together?
“Oh, cool,” Tyler said, grinning. “I’m 2012, so we probably didn’t run in the same circles. But that’s cool. I thought you looked familiar.”
“Hey, we spent six or eight hours a day in the same few buildings for two years.” Give or take. Spencer wasn’t going to go into the exact details, though she could probably calculate it out in her head if she tried. “There’s all the time between classes and pep rallys and things.” She hadn’t done much to make herself known to the other classes until Junior and Senior year. Spencer had been voted Most Likely to Succeed by her classmates. One of the stresses that influenced her decision to steal her sister’s essay.
“I think it’d be hard for me to forget a face like yours,” she added, giving him a highly flirtatious smile.
“It’s practically like we’re best friends already,” Tyler teased. Not that Tyler had had lots of time between classes, basketball, wrestling, and football.
He couldn’t help but be pleased by the compliment, even as he realized he should probably find a way to curb the flirting before things got out of hand. “Thanks,” he said. “My girlfriend would probably agree.”
Aww, bummer. That put an end to that line of thought. “I’m sure she does.” She said, and lifted her drink in a toast. Though, her mind had already moved on to the next topic, the next target. Funny how good-looking was only interesting as long as it was available.
It didn’t take a genius to realize that he’d lost her already. He gave her a vaguely amused smile. “Well then, I’ll catch you later then,” he said, lifting his beer to her, and already starting to scan the crowd for his teammates.