Downfall/The blonde's friend comes over and shows you her breasts R6 D3 F2A T2 A1
From Create Your Own Story
As the evening goes on, the girls migrate to the guys' table. Even though you started drinking earlier than the girls, they close the gap at an incredible speed. The blonde is occupying the attention both hunks, and her brunette friend looks a bit bored. She tries to talk to them, but the dark hunk shakes his head, and so does his companion. The brunette pulls a face and stands up. You think she wants to go to the bar, but instead, she approaches your table. She looks like a plus/minus one: her trousers are a size too small, her blouse is one size too wide and has one too many buttons open.
The brunette rests her elbows on your table. Her blouse falls apart and allows you and Cate an unobstructed view on her tits, as she isn't wearing a bra. "Hi," she says in a Scottish accent, "I'm a virgin at twenty one, which makes me the youngest virgin in England and the oldest virgin in Scotland. Who is going to show me a new world tonight?"
This came unexpected. You exchange dumbfounded glances with Cate. Cate regains her composure first. She says: "Last one to her tits is a sissy?"
The brunette grins, then yells over her shoulders: "See? I knew they were dykes. Pay up, dudes." She turns away and walks back to her table where she collects money from the guys.
Cate looks like she wants to curl up and die. "Let's go, Jules," she say toneless.
"Nu-uh," you answer. "Don't give her the satisfaction, Cate. Let's just get another drink and disregard the cunt."
"If you say so."
"We're waiting another half hour, and on the way out I'm going to ask her why she didn't give us our cut. The guys will be furious."
Just then, you see the blonde woman approaching your table. Before you manage to tell her to fuck off, she apologizes for the brunette's behavior. Apparently, they aren't even friends, just acquaintances tied together via their parents and the complicated British class and school system. Long story short, Annette - the blonde's name - had a little competition going with the brunette, who is a daughter of an actual peer, and this was her way to get some attention from the guys.
"I know it is nothing, but I would be relieved if you'd allow me to cover your bar tab."
You accept her offer because Annette seems to be sincerely sorry. You ignore the other table for the rest of the evening. Time to go to bed.
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