The Bet

"Emory!" Clarke called out. She ran up to her wearing nothing but her jeans, a red sports bra. She stood in front of Emory holding two shirts.

Emory looked over her abs and licked her lips.

"Which one???" Clarke asked waving them at her. Emory laughed seeing what her choices were. This is perfect. She thought to herself. Clarke waved both shirts again, waiting for Emory to choose.

One shirt was super stylish. It was actually Emory's favorite shirt to see Clarke wear. The other was a gift from Emory.

They'd had a girls night not long ago. Clarke forced Emory to binge watch good times reruns with her. The episodes included Janet as little Penny. Clarke went on and on about how Penny would have been her elementary school crush. She said she would woo her the old fashion way... with a note.

A couple of days later, over a birthday dinner Emory gave Clarke a shirt she had custom made. Clarke loved it but made a few modifications of her own with a pair of scissors.

"That is definitely the one!" Emory said, pointing at it and smiling. Clarke quickly finished getting ready and after a small spray of her favorite cologne, they were on the road.

They were in traffic for an hour and a half before finally pulling in to the parking lot of a building Clarke had never seen before.

"Where are we?" She asked curiously. Emory just smiled and got out of the car.

"Just come on. So damn nosy." She teased, checking Clarke out as they approached the door. Clarke pulled her dreads into a messy bun. She reached the door and held it open allowing Emory to walk inside first.

They walked down a narrow hallway and stopped at the door. Their were faint voices coming from the other side. Emory knocked lightly, turned the knob and then entered. She smiled as she ran inside.

"Uncle Jimmy!" Emory screamed, jumping into the arms of Jimmy Jam. Clarke was frozen in place at the threshold. "Looking good Uncle Terry!" Emory said as she hugged and kissed Terry Lewis. She finally glanced back at Clarke and started to laugh. "Guys this is my friend Clarke. The one I was telling you about Uncle Jimmy."

Clarke regained the feeling in her legs and finally joined everyone inside the room. She smiled and extended her hand only to be pulled into a hug by Jimmy.

"We hug around here beautiful." He said to a blushing Clarke.

Terry smiled, "Nice shirt love. Are you a fan?"

Clarke looked down at her shirt and laughed. "Man ever since I was a little girl!" She did excitedly. "It was a gift from Emory actually. It's my favorite. I'm also a huge fan of your work as well." Terry and Jimmy looked at each other and then over at Emory.

"She's cool Uncle Jimmy. I promise." Emory said. Clarke had a confused look on her face.

"Uh huh, that's what you said about Carter..." Terry said.

"And about Sarah..." Jimmy added.

"You know how those crazy fans can be sometimes Uncle Jimmy." Emory said and laughed nervously. "Guys Clarke is cool. She's good people." She said looking adoringly at Clarke.

The men glanced at each other again and then over at the glass. Clarke still didn't understand what was going on. Terry walked over to the microphone and pressed a button.

"Hey Jan, lets take five love. We have some visitors."