Goes clubbing with Jenna and Karen.

You head into the kitchen to grab a beer, and a handful of baked potato chips.
About 15 minutes later, Jack comes in from outside.
"Got a text from Karen. Apparently, I'm bringing the girls out dancing tonight. You going, too?"
"Naw, my knee is still not 100%, don't want to get hurt again." You take another swig.
"Alright....then... damn...." Jack is staring at the stairwell.


The three women are all dressed to the nines: Jenna in a slinky black cocktail dress and silver flats, Karen in a very sexy red dress with leather side panels. And Kayla... Kayla's wearing one of Jenna's maroon cocktail dresses, but being slightly taller, the dress is almost obscenely short. Kayla tugs it down a few times on her way down the stairs.
"Wow."
That's all you can say as the girls preen and primp and check each other out.
"You sure you don't want to come, baby?" Jenna gives you a pouty look.
"I wish I could." These three will be beating hungry men off with a stick...
Maybe not the best phrasing, you think.
{if Zoe2Plan = 1}The three {else
}"Hey don't forget about me, ladies!"

Zoe appears at the head of the basement stairs in her version of the "nines." A punk rock skirt over fishnets, knee high "fuck me" boots, and a dark grey top.

"Hell yeah, girl! Let's tear it up!" Jenna gives Zoe a hug, and then the four{endif
} of them pile into Jack's SUV. Jack shakes his head as he climbs in, and off they go.
{if Zoe2Plan = 1
} Your phone lights up with a text message from Zoe, not long after the girls pull out.

Zoe: Meet me in your room in an hour. It's time for your training.

You wince a little. Are you really letting her do this?
But you want to fix your problem with Jenna, and Zoe says she can make it happen.
{endif
}