Alright, last night was our high school basketball game, which is a perfect opportunity to sarge for two good looking guys like myself and my wing, Talent.
We started out going out to eat at a local Mexican restaurant with a few of the guys to start things out right. Unfortunately there were little to no targets there, so we ate quickly and left. Upon entering the gym where the game was taking place Talent and I instantly picked some empty bleachers, sat down, and pretended to watch the game. Because of our highly peacocked attire (stunna shades, a flashy scarf and beanie, and leather jacket for myself and aviators, bright green shoes and layers for Talent) we were opened by a few girls (I'd say around 6s), who we invited to sit down with us "if they were good." We figured they'd be good warm-ups if nothing else. Things went by like this until half-time where we decided to amp it up.
We walked into the cafeteria and noticed a nice 2 set with an HB7.5 and HB7.
Blues: Hey who are you, cool kids?
(pause)
Blues: Oh, my bad, nevermind.
HB7.5 and HB7: Laughs and proceeds to tell us that they were the coolest kids we've ever seen.
Blues (turned to HB7.5): -interrupts their cool kids response- Hey, I need a female opinion really quick. (smile) You ARE a girl, right?
HB7.5: Of course! (seemed slightly offended)
Blues: Haha I'm just joking babe! -light kino on upper arm- Geez, is she always this easily offended? Anyways, -rolls into DHV story/opinion opinion opener-
At this point both HB7.5 and HB7 are giving us both IOIs so Talent decides to take care of the 7 and let me do my thing. This was an awesome play by Talent so I decided to include it here.
HB7: Wow I love your sweatshirt -kino by touching his sweatshirt-
Talent: Woah woah woah, hands off the merchandise babe -- this shit ain't for free.
HB7: -laughs- Well let me wear it! What's your price?
Talent: Pfft.. I'm not that easy! I don't know where you've been! I don't want you dirtying my sweatshirt!
HB7: Come on.. just name your price! I really wanna wear it
Talent: Alright, 5 dollars and maybe you can wear it for a few minutes.
-HB7 gives Talent $5 and wears his sweatshirt, locking himself in and separating himself from me for the time being-
In the mean time I was over sarging up the HB7.5. After a few DHV stories and routines I decided to improvise with an on-the-fly routine we were thinking up beforehand.
Blues: Give me your hand.
HB7.5: -gives hand-
From there I leaded her into an open area of the cafeteria. She passed the IOI test of squeezing my hand on the way there.
Blues: Alright get on your knees and close your eyes
HB7.5: -laughs- What?
Blues: Not like that! Geez don't get your hopes up babe.
So she got on her knees, closed her eyes, and I proceeded to put my hands on her shoulders and launch myself over her body and start an epic game of Leap Frog. We carried on for a few minutes until I got tired and decided that it was time to game on -- I'd had plenty of IOIs since the beginning and there wasn't any doubt that I couldn't snag this girl.
I leaded her back to the table where we were seated previously and stopped talking. She started a new conversation, which was the final hoop I wanted her to jump through, and I interrupted her.
Blues: When did you first realize that you wanted to kiss me?
HB7.5, doggy dinner bowl look, doesn't say anything.
Bam, moved in and k-closed. It couldn't have been more than 30 seconds when Talent interrupted and said "Dude, we need to bail. Fast."
I quickly made her put her number into my phone and we rolled out. Apparently the HB7 that Talent had also k-closed had an AMOG boyfriend and he was pissed. Regardless she had slipped her number into his pocket so he figured he might follow up on it later. We decided our practice was done for the night so we walked back to my house and spent the rest of the night playing video games, feeling like champions.
First real success in the game for both of us -- we've gotten a lot of wood, but finally a successful k-close.
Until next time,
Blues and Talent
CHAT
