Freshers fair

Freshers fair is when all of the university societies and all of the clubs set up stalls to attract new students to sign up and join them, the big fresher fairs would have stalls from commercial shops and outlets give out free stuff or trying to entice you in we special deals. The freshers fair at my university was in fact the largest in the UK and as we headed over to the exhibition centre hundreds of stalls were out with 10 times as many people.

Me: 'You planning on signing up for any clubs?'

Gemma: 'probably not, I like doing my own thing too much. Guess you're signing up for Squash?'

Me: 'Yeah'

Gemma: 'I'm mainly here for all the free shit, that why I brought these'

She took a couple of bags out of her pockets and handed one to me.

Me: 'you know they probably have some down there'

Gemma: 'I know, but save the environment and all'

She gave one of the bags to me and we continued the walk down into the exhibition centre.

Gemma: 'you go sign up for Squash, I'm gonna look around for a bit then meet back here in 15?'

Me: 'sounds like a plan'

I headed over to the Squash stand, it was at the far side of the hall with the other sports clubs. I had already met some of the guys when I had played earlier in the week who were on the stall so they were expecting me at some point. There was Greg, Stu and Rossana. None of them were your college image sportsmen, the were more casual social players who were willing to join the committee and run the club. I exchange pleasantries and had a quick chat but let them get back to signing other people up once I had given them my details so they could let me know about team trials and the first social event.

I got back to the spot that Gemma had said to rendevous at more or less on time. Gemma didn't arrive until 10 mins later.

Gemma: 'Sorry to keep you waiting for Virgin boy, decided to sign up to a few clubs'

Me: 'Yeah? that's good'

Gemma: 'Not committing to any of them but figured I should give it a shot. Soo...'

Gemma's was looking at me with that smirk, the one that told me she was up to something. Usually something mischievous or because she was about to play with me, often both'

Gemma: 'you still got the bag I gave you?'

Me: 'yeah...'

Gemma: 'I had an idea, a bit of a game for us to play'

Me: 'Doesn't sound like you'

Me teasing got me a punch in the arm, she was stronger than she looked.

Gemma: 'Game is simple, I'm here for free stuff. You're here for free stuff. Whoever can get the most free stuff and be back at the flat for 4 will be the winner'

Me: 'sounds pretty tame by your standards, are you sure I don't have to do it with my cock out'

Gemma: 'Well now you have given me the idea...'

Me: 'ok will stick to the original suggestion. But is that it? No strings, no surprises?

Gemma: 'no that's it, nothing else'

Me: 'ok but what does the winner get?'

Gemma: 'Both bags of free stuff'

Me: 'So the loser gets nothing?

Gemma: 'I wouldn't say anything... ready? Go!'

Me: 'what does that mean?!'

I shouted after her but she was already gone. I spent the next hour visiting stands for fast food restaurants, cinemas, banks even you name it they were here. Most gave out food or vouchers of some sort. With time running out I saw Gemma flirting with the boat club stand guys to convince them to give her some free stuff. I had realised I was at a disadvantage. Her bag already looked twice as full as mine. Figuring I only had one way to beat her I headed back to the squash stall. It was nearing the end of the fair and I saw Greg on his own now.

Greg: 'hey man what brings you back'

Me: 'Hey Greg I need to ask a favour...'

I proceed to explain the game and what was going on. He smiled at that.

Greg: 'no worries, always willing to help future team players out.'

Me: 'thanks, I owe you one'

Greg: 'right how much stuff do you think you will need?'

Me: 'whatever you can spare.'

He proceeded to grab a box from under the stand and gave it tom me. I opened it, it was full of sweets and snacks. This would double what I had collected so far in 1 swoop.

Greg: 'you can take that, Rosanne always buys way too much for these things and it came out of the budget we had for today anyway so no skin off anyone back'

Me: 'I think I may owe you a couple actually, right gotta run. Thanks again'

Greg: 'no worries, see you later'

A quick look at my phone told me I had 10 minutes to get back to our flat, it took double that to get here. Looks like I was gonna have to run.