Both Jen and the DJ: 9, you have to turn Minerva on.

"Give, girl. Who do you want?" Jennifer asks you.

You look at Jen -- tall, straight dark hair, golden skin and almond eyes, dressed down (up?) for the evening at The Crater -- and then to Minerva the DJ, a green-haired little lesbian space alien making love to her mixing board with all ten fingers.

Jennifer smiles. Your face blooms with the heat of a blush. Jennifer grins.

"The DJ?" Jennifer asks. You bite your lip and shake your head no. "No? Both of us?" You nod. "Ha ha, right into the deep end, Kel, huh?" Jennifer says, and licks her lips. "On zero drinks, even. Well, c'mon, let's dance and then we can go say hi."

Jennifer drags you out on the dance floor, up next to the DJ booth. It's a little loud, close to the speakers, and dazzling from the shifting colored lights, but Jennifer gets you into the rhythm, poking your wrists to guide your hands, tugging your shoulders to get them moving, and yanking on your belt loops to get your hips swinging. Jen manages to to yank you into a couple of stumbles, but you get the hang of things before the DJ sets up some chillout tracks and goes on break.

Jennifer walks you round to meet Minerva. You and Jen are both flushed, your brows moist from energetic dancing.

Minerva winks at you. "Your friend tells me you're a straaaaight girrrrrl," she drawls. "You're not gonna find any pick-up dick here. What'cha doing at The Crater?"

When you stand close to Minerva, she smells like clean sweat and hair gel.

"Um, I think you're cute," you tell her. "I was watching your hands on the mixing board."

Minerva looks at Jennifer. "Yup, you're right. Total closet case. You think she's worth it?"

You try to say something sensible, but your words start with "Um, uh." and splutter off into a cough.

Jennifer pinches you on the shoulder, and you gasp. "Don't be a doof, Kelly. Buy her a drink."

Your throat is certainly dry. "Ah, Minerva, I loved your set. I'm gonna get a drink. C-can I buy you one?"

Jennifer snorts. "Try harder, Kel," she says.

But Minerva smiles and says, "Gin and soda. Lime. Tall. But weak, just half a shot."

"Vodka sunrise," Jennifer says. "Don't look at me that way, Kelly, I just hooked you up."

You try to swallow, but you end up coughing. "Um. Be right back," you say.

You give the bartender your order, adding a Diet Coke for yourself. She's the same tough-looking gal in denims who shouted out to you to shake it for the DJ.

"Hot dancing, kid," she says. She fixes up the drinks, takes your money and winks at you. "Minerva? High score, kid. You look shaky. Shot on the house?"

"N-no, that's all right," you say. "She hasn't said yes. Yet. My friend Jen said I should try harder. D-do you have any ideas?"

She grins. "If it was me, I'd rub my fingers in my cunt and hold up her drink next to her face. But I'm just a basic bitch, you know?"

"Should I...?" you say. "I mean...?"

She looks down at your unhemmed denim cut-offs. "Sure. Come round behind the bar, I'll give you a hand," she says.

Where you're standing, there's a thick wooden post blocking Minerva's direct view.

She wipes her hands with a bar towel and holds one hand out next to the closure of your shorts, extending two fingers and crooking them in a come-along gesture. "Help you out?" she asks..

"Okay," you say. "Okay."

She tugs open the top of your fly with a snap! that you hope nobody heard, pulls down your zipper, and slides her hand inside your panties. "Nice bush, girl. Oooh, you're wet. This'll be easy."

You hold your lips tightly shut, but you can't help but whimper as her strong, warm fingers slide up and down your pussy lips and over your clit. Practically in public. You're sure someone is looking.

"Mmm, that'll do," she says. "Didn't even have to diddle you, you were already dripping." She slides her hand out. "Which hand you want to use?"

Flustered, you hold up both hands.

The bartender chuckles. "Have it your way," she says. She rubs her fingers over yours, spreading your juices over one hand and then the other, then putting her cunt-slick fingers under her nose. "Don't you smell good, missy. Mm-hm. If you strike out, come see me." She smiles as she zips up your fly and squeezes the top closed with another snap!. "Oh well, back to work." She turns to the sink behind the bar, runs the water and soaps up.

You pick up the little tray with Jennifer's pink and orange drink, Minerva's tall clear bubbly one, and your diet cola on the rocks. Jennifer's smells like spiked fruit punch. Minerva's is a little medicine-y. Yours? Diet Coke, it is what it is.

Trying to call on your most shameless, sexy self, you set down the tray, slowly and smoothly, on Jen and Minerva's dim corner table and lift Minerva's drink -- and your fingers -- up to her face.

"Someone's being very direct tonight. Hmmm?" the DJ says, making an audible "sniff, sniff!" She looks at Jennifer. "I smell pussy. Can't be your straight-girl friend, no way."

Jennifer laughs, leans closer and sniffs. "Nah, yuppers, that's Kelly all right," she says. "I've never had a taste, but I know how she smells."

Minerva looks at you and raises her eyebrows. They're kind of a sandy brown, not green and spiky like her hair. Her eyes might be blue or green, it's too dim and you don't remember from when she was under the spotlights.

"I wasn't gonna strike out again today," you say. "Do you like it, Minerva?" Your shamelessness lets you down, and you blush again, your cheeks going hot. Maybe it's dim enough she won't notice?

"Give me another chance," she says. You raise your hand. She captures your wrist with both hands and holds your hand up to her face. She breathes in through her nose with a hiss. She looks at you over the tips of your fingers. "I love it," she says. She moves her face in a little circle from your wrist to fingertips, bows her head, and slowly tilts it up.

"Oooo-oo-ooh," you say, shivering at Minerva's tongue sliding up your palm and down your fingers. Again she bows, rises, licks. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god," you babble, your whole body quivering.

"You...come in a car?" Minerva asks.

"Uh..." Words escape you again. You think you could, uh-huh. Come in a car.

"Yeah, I drove," Jennifer says.

Minerva drops your hand. "Lead on," she says. She tilts up her glass and downs half her bubbly drink.

Jennifer downs her pink and orange drink in one go.

The three of you walk out toward the parking lot as Minerva's chillout mix continues and the spotlights blink in patterns of blue, purple, and pink.

You have +1 Hard, +1 Hot, -1 Cool, +1 Control and know the Character Move OMG. (Regrettably there seem to be no available dicks near The Crater.)

Roll +HARD(+0) (+1 Hard, -1 two girls) to GET FUCKED by Minerva and Jennifer.