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Spencer was tapping his foot and waiting impatiently as he clicked his tongue ring against the back of his teeth. His shoulder was pressed against the threshold of the door waiting for the groups beach-goers to rally around him so they could leave and get the party started already! Puffing out a breath of pent up air, Spencer quirked a brow as he heard footsteps and then felt a chin attempting to rest upon his shoulder to see into the guys rooms.

You don't happen to have room for one more in there, do you?" Rach mumbled and Spence briefly chuckled, but before he could rightfully respond, Ritz beat him to the punch. "You always have a place by me my dear!Though I doubt you'll want to sleep next to me when I reek of tequila and rum." The other male joked, and Spence slipped on a playfully defensive face suddenly turning and looping his arms around Rachel's waist, before tugging her towards him. "No way Ritz. She asked me first." He exclaimed in a childish manner, lifting Rach off her feet and taking a step or two away from the other jokester before setting her back down.

"Are we all getting ready for the fuckin' Miss American pageant, or what? Lezz' gooo!" Laughing, Rachel leaned up against the wall as they continued to wait. "Should we make bets on who will take the longest?" - "Let me see...I say Bryson. He's got that head of hair to maintain, afterall. No, wait! Maybe Charli. She's got to find her matching Batman flip flops." - "Definitely Bryson. That hair doesn't look like that in five minutes."

"Five minutes and we're leaving without you!" Spence added before smirking at the girl's suggestion. He chuckled. Bryson and his hair. Charli and her flip flops. "Maybe Brys, but not Charizard (his nickname for Charli) she can be as late she wants, those bat man flip flops are freaking awesome. Almost as awesome as my bat man boxers." He grinned, before crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm putting my vote on Ayumi, just sayin'." He added last minute before Ritz decided to bail on the beach plans.

"Aw, c'mon Ritz. The one time you offer, dude, and I have to turn it down. The sandy beaches of Rio de Janeiro are calling my name. But you definitely owe me a drink later tonight." Spence answered, before checking his watch and puffing his cheeks dramatically. "Three minutes and counting!!" But the next thing he knew Bryson was walking by and heading to the elevator with Amy. "Jeezus, what the hell are we waiting for again?" He asked, turning to exit the room with Rach and Ritz.