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“What the hell are you doing in Ohio?”

“What the hell are you doing in Ohio?”

“Why the hell are you alone at a bar?”

“Why the hell are you hitting on me?”

“Okay enough with the questions!!”  Ashley said not ready to admit to herself or anyone that she just hit on Madison Duarte.  I didn’t do it.  NEVER.  NEVER.  I did no such thing.

“…so what are you really doing in Ohio?”  The brunette cautiously asked the Latina.

“Work.  You?” her answers were blunt.

“Spencer.”

“Ahh…”  an awkward silence settled in among the two. 

“So why were you hitting on me again?”

Ashley’s head drooped lower at the mention of such a traumatic experience.  She turned back toward where Spencer was seated and saw that the girl was doubled over with laughter with a very confused Morgan giggling at her and trying to calm her down; as bar patrons eyed the blonde girl suspiciously. 

The brunette sighed out in defeat.  “It’s some Carlin tradition.”  She inhaled deeply before continuing still not quite believing that she was participating in this.  That she Ashley Davies was part of a tradition, not only a tradition, a tradition practiced every Christmas.  “It’s a competition to see who does the dishes.  And Glen’s idea was most numbers you can get.  He also specified girls only.”  The brunette finished her eyes looking at the bar table instead of the Latina now looking at the blonde boy in the corner still rubbing his eyes out from watching is sweet innocent baby sister make out with her wife.

“He’s an ass.”  The ex-cheerleader commented once again very bluntly.

Ashley simply nodded.

Again the awkward silence settled in.  Finally Madison inhaled through her mouth, rolling her eyes looking at the ceiling almost as if saying “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” taking out a pen she took the brunette’s arm into her own and proceeded to write her number on Ashley’s arm.

“Take a picture of that boy in an apron for me will you?”  She said before downing her drink in a quick backward head flip, smirking at the shocked brunette and walking out the doors of the bar.