<em>Crash, girls, bar</em><br/><br/>As Crash sat at the bar, he glance at the girls periodically.  They carried on there conversation as he enjoyed his beer.  The topic was one, Crash often spoke about aloud.  If they asked he'd chime in but for the moment he was content in his beer.  Though the conversation got him thinking about his first time.  It was a week after he turned 18.  It was during a typical high school party.  The party was held in celebration of graduation at the rich girls house, Bunny St. Thomas.  He was shipping out in a week and didn't want to go out a virgin.  So armed with condoms from sex ed class, Crash set his sights on Bunny.  Needless to say Bunny wasn't in a giving mood that night...at least not to Crash.  Down but not out, the sex goddess did provide a conquest in the shape of a shy girl who came to party on a whim from her friends.  Annabelle Marie Rogers.  After a few drinks, playful petting, and a few choice words, they found themselves in the pool house.  It wasn't easy but after a few tries, they were both grateful for each other.<br/><br/>A small smile shaped his lips as he went down memory lane.  It didn't last long when the bad news of Spencer.  He looked to the girls.  He experienced such pain once he understood the lose of family.  The best thing was to be with family.  "My condolences." He said to Spencer with a nod.<br/><br/>He watched Spencer leaving to go back home.  Crash's attention was brought back by Danica.  "Really, thanks." Piss.  She was up in his room.  The last time it worked out for both of them; it was an enjoyable romp. His face showed his disappointment but perked up about the spare room.  "Sound's great."  He took a swig of his beer.  "I'll come by and look at it."  The apartment wasn't the only thing he wanted to take a look at their place.