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Spencer lazily let Abigail lead him through the crowds of people as he was a bit preoccupied with people watching. New faces and old faces, but not her face. He made a face of his own and took a small sip of the cranberry vodka that was still in his grasp. Brad, still pant-less disappeared down the hall. Mickey and Kevin seemed to gravitate towards the pool, girl's with wet shirts or bikini's hugging their curves definitely on the two jokesters agendas for the night. The pair stopped by the bar, so Abigail could get a bottle of water. She didn't drink. Spencer raised an eyebrow at her, and she simply sighed. "Someone needs to drive us home tonight." Her words prompted an unexpected laugh from his lips, as if she had just told him that the Yankees were better than the Red Sox, or that pigs could fly. He gave a sort of snort-eqsue-chuckle before meeting her gaze that didn't seem to understand what had amused him. He blinked. She was serious. "Ab, who said anything about going home? There are like a gagillion beds in this place, and besides, you're not going to want to drive at, what, four, five in the morning? Just-" He took the water bottle and set it back down on the bar, and motioned for the guy currently behind the bar to pour another of whatever he was already pouring. "Have a drink. Relax, and for christ sakes, try to have a little fun." She hesitantly took the drink with one hand, clinging to his arm with the other as she nursed a small sip from the glass and licked her lips stifling a small grimace as the burn slid down her throat.

"C'mon. I'll introduce you to some people" He prompted again, and this time he lead her, one hand on his pocket to explore the mansion some more, and possibly say hi to some old friends. Unfortunately, the 'old friend' that was suddenly in his cross-hairs was not the face he had been expecting to see, nor introduce Abigail to. The face he was staring at was the LAST person he would EVER want to introduce her to. Instantly Spencer's body tensed, and Abigail glanced up at him wondering why he had stopped walking so suddenly. She followed his eyes and looked curiously as some girl's back disappeared into the next room, the kitchen.

"Who's that?" Abbi asked as she tugged at his shirt sleeve like a little child trying to get his attention. It wasn't working as Spencer simply stared off at the kitchen door, his stomach suddenly churning with the alcohol he'd already consumed before the party, giving him that sick and nauseous feeling. His eyes took on that shocked look, as if he were staring at a car crash but couldn't look away. Funny, in the weirdest way, it reminded of the last party, when he'd walked in on her changing.

"Spencer! Are you listening to me?" He was brought back to reality, almost, as Abigail nudged his arm. "Huh?" He murmured, briefly looking to her before looking back to the door. "Yeah, sure. Can you just hold on a second?" He asked, slipping his arm out of her grasp absentmindedly and making a b-line for the kitchen, practically kicking dust up in his haste. When he stepped through the door however, it was a different story. He stopped suddenly for a second time as his eyes searched the room finding her almost instantly, back to him as she poured drinks. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Spencer forced his legs forward taking the opportunity to step up behind her. He reached around her and placed the bottle of cranberry vodka just beside her right hand. He ignored, or perhaps he didn't even notice the other people and the eyes that were on them. The bottle was part empty, what wasn't in the bottle was on his breath. "Mind pouring me...what was it...Jordy's special?" He asked her before stepping back and giving the girl room to turn around. He wanted to see her reaction, her expression. But mostly he just wanted to see her again.

The thought of Abigail soon coming up behind him was far from his mind, but she wouldn't stand in the hall confused and frustrated for long, she'd follow him soon enough, but at the moment, he didn't care.