Went out with my buddy to the Mardi Gras parade in Shreveport... nothing like the real thing, based on what I'm told.
Anyway, so I was there with 2 of my guy friends who were standing up in the grass watching all the hot girls passing by. I took it upon myself to go stand in the street (where all said girls were walking), and I handed out about 2 dozen Scooby Doo Valentines' cards (they came with cool little temporary tattoos).
Anyway, so both of them spent themselves getting drunk at the parade, but I kept from drinking too much so I could go out later (it's 5:30am now). I ended up going downtown to say what's up to my buddy who's working at one of my favorite clubs, and there's nobody really there.
I step out for a bit and when I come back, there's these two girls and a dude hanging out in the back. I bought a vodka redbull and a redbull for myself and opened the set by handing the dude a drink.
The two girls (HB9 and HB7) were like, "Where's ours!?"
"Sorry, didn't see you there, but he seemed like a pretty cool dude so I got him one... what's your name man? Chris? Charlie, nice to meetcha."
I sit next to the dude and start talking about nothing in particular. Both girls are feeling a bit neglected, so I ask if either have gotten Valentines' Day cards... neither had, so I handed them both one.
'Chris' couldn't get the tattoo on HB9 right, and worked on it while I used a cube of ice to rub this tattoo on HB7's boob. We talked for a bit, (one thing being how she hates being 'committed') and I negged the HB9 whenever she interrupted. Finally I said, "Dude, who did your tattoo? The artist is horrible!"
'Chris' got defensive, but I sorta ignored him. "Hey you and your friend swap and I'll put it on you right..."
Now I never once grabbed either's boob... didn't want to escalate THAT fast.
The conversations were dying, so I invited the 7 to dance... "You coming?" she asked her friend, who was a visibly shocked that I asked her less attractive friend (who was still very attractive, mind you).
They made a Charlie Sandwich. There was nobody dancing when they did this and within 5 minutes, the dance floor was packed. I felt like a freaking rock star.
Dudes came up and danced with one girl or another, but they kept coming back to squish me between boobs and ass.
The HB7 left for some reason to another and I isolated the 9, k and # closed her, went back out, danced with the 7, at which point the 9 gave me a very naughty look. She took a break, and I k-closed the 7 without really meaning to (music made me do it and I swear her eyes screamed at me to do it)!
It's been a good freaking night. I couldn't care less if either calls, but I had fun.
CHAT
