On my birthday I was able to fully close a shooter girl (hb9). It started off with a simple number close, which is never a given when dealing with hired guns. It was my birthday and I knew everyone at the bar, so my social value was through the roof. After midnight when it was actually my birthday, she bought me a drink and I talked with her for a bit and number closed her. At about 2:30 in the morning I was ready to go home and the shooter girl was just finishing her shift, she offered me a ride. Came into my house for a night cap. And I closed her.

It was a legen... wait for it... Dary. Legendary evening.

Thanks for listening,
B-Man

deets, bro, deets! Was this inner game, subconscious, or did you know exactly what you were doing once you got her home?

im sure Barney would have been proud. reppin the bar tenders!

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