Snippet #1490456

Today was the day he got his balls back. For once, since he'd met Heinrick, Spence wasn't the first person at the party, or helping out. He wasn't, even now, as the party was probably already in full swing, standing by Rick's side and chatting up the guy's massive ego. Of course, he would be soon enough, but now it was different. Now it wasn't because of some need to be friends with him, or desire for the older male's approval. Now, he was done standing in that big muscly shadow, and now it was to become an intricate game, a game he planned to win.

Spencer took his time at the pool today, swimming a few extra laps when he knew he was suppose to be at the party already. Lazily hoisting himself up and out of the water, he towel dried his hair and chest, letting the water from his swim trunks continue to drip as he gathered his stuff together. Slinging his string shut bag over his shoulder, he stepped into flip flops and headed out to his jeep. With a towel over his other shoulder, he waited until he was at the driver side door before wrapping it around his waist to prevent him from getting the seat wet. He jammed the key into the ignition, turned up the radio, and headed home where he would kill even more time with a proper shower. An hour after he should have already been there, Spence was just pulling a shirt over his head and bending down to tie his shoes. A quick hand through his hair, he pocketed all the essentials and proceeded to make a pit stop at the liquor store, flashing a fake ID to buy his signature and flavored brands of vodka, a peace offering. He couldn't have Rick to pissed at him just yet, so bringing alcohol seemed like it would be a good distraction from his tardiness.

Finally, Spence pulled up to Gabrielle's house, and hopped out of his jeep, vodka in hand as he slipped into the party making his way towards the very spot he knew Rick would be.