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“I have no clue,” says Luke. “My money’s on either they work in social media or maybe promotions.”

“Are we being honest about what we do for work?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t we going to talk to the girls?” I ask.

I can’t stop looking at her. The gorgeous blonde seems to only have eyes for me, too, and I’m not the only guy in the place checking her out.

“Let’s go have some fun, yeah?” I encourage.

“You want to go after them?” Luke asks in evident disbelief.

“Are you kidding?” I ask. “Every other girl here looks like the same twiggy bimbo I’ve seen a thousand times. I said I wanted a change. She would be a great change.”

“Which one?” he asks. “Look, if you want me to be your wingman, at least let me have the short one, the one with darker hair.”

“Deal!” I quickly agree, grateful that we aren’t going to have to fight over who got what girl.

We down our second drinks, each thinking of what strategies we will use when talking to them.

Once we see that the girls are running low on their drinks, we order four drinks and decide to try and push our way through the dense crowd.

“You know,” Luke begins. “Already, the more I’m drinking, I’m starting to think those girls don’t look half bad. They’re kind of cute for big girls.”

“That’s an understatement,” I retort. “They’re beautiful. And, the blonde—she’s stunning. We keep looking at each other.”

“Get it, player,” Luke cheers as he hands me two of the drinks.

“Do you think either of us have a shot?”

“Bro, come on,” he says and laughs. “It’s not even a question. We could get both of them if we wanted. We’ll have their panties off before closing time.”

We meander over to the girls’ table with the drinks. I am agitated by the behavior of the bar patrons, but I make sure to keep a cool composure. Once most of them see us with our hands full of booze, they move out of our way. We are smooth and charming, even with the people that move at a glacial pace. We are never rude whenever we are out. We found that being charming doesn’t just help us when it comes to hooking up with women.

I’m not sure what my endgame is for that evening. I agreed to go out with Luke because he kept insisting that we drink at The Flower Garden. I had no intention of trying to get laid or even showing genuine interest in any woman. My blonde is quickly becoming the center of my day. I just know that I want to have a good time.

We finally get to their table. Everyone is all smiles.

“Good evening, ladies,” I say to them.

“Hi, there.” The dark-haired woman giggles. “What are you boys doing with all those drinks?”

“We were hoping we might join you,” says Luke. “We saw your glasses were running a bit low. What do you say?”

The blonde beams at me. “Sure. Take a seat, gentlemen!”

We sit down on opposite sides of them. We are all ready to play.

I extend my hand to the woman who had caught my eye. “I’m Mason.”

She reciprocates, giving me her fair hand to shake. “Hi, Mason. I’m Jillian.”

By the timethe clock strikes midnight, the four of us are all hammered. We’ve been drinking and talking together from the moment we sat down with them.

We have only chatted for about five minutes before Emma, Jillian’s friend, suggests that we all move to a quieter section of the bar. We can barely hear ourselves over the extreme volume in the place. Once we find a secluded booth in the back near the jukebox, we take our seats. Jillian is still facing me, and Luke is sitting beside me.

We learn that both women are plus-size models, which doesn’t surprise me, and they are looking for adventures and are single.