Oktoberfest

The Oktoberfest outing was held nearby the college, about a twenty minute drive from campus. It was the perfect day, the sun was shining, nothing too hot but also very comfortable to be outside in with their specific outfits.

Their were massive white tent set ups with long wooden tables that stretched from one end to the other. There was also a dance floor and then plenty of tables and chairs outside in the sun. Most importantly, beer, tons and tons of beer.

“Well we’re going to try and see if they have anything else other to drink than beer, we’ll see you guys later,” Maple said, excusing her and Eliza from the boys.

As they skipped away together, both boys checked out their legs underneath their red skirts. “That’s what I’m trying to get to you man... that’s what is up for offer today, you need to find yourself a new girl today,” Mark told him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know... we’ll see,” Daniel said, still not convinced.

The boys went off to get some drinks and see who else was around. Mark found himself running into both Macca and Z, both already drunk and it was only just 1pm.

“About fucking time you show up cunt!” Macca said, seeing Mark appear at their outside table.

“How long have you guys been here for?” he asked.

They both looked at each other but had no answer, “Fucked if I know,” Macca mumbled back. Z just laughed before chugging the rest of his beer down. Mark joined them at the table, starting to drink his own beer from the massive German beer mug.

“Don’t know about you guys but I’m only here today for one reason,” Z then said, lowering the sound of his voice slightly.

“Beer?” Macca asked abruptly before burping in front of Z’s face.

Z shook his head, “Better than beer.”

“Impossible, fucking nothing better mate,” Macca replied, taking a big gulp from his beer mug.

“Hot and wet German pussy...” Z then said, raising his eyebrows up and down. Both guys looked at him, wondering what exactly he was talking about, waiting for him to explain. “Last year there was this German exchange student in Miami that came here for the festival. She puts out and boy is it worth it.”

Both Macca and Mark looked at each other and then back at Z, clearly interested. “You got with her last year?” Mark asked him.

Z nodded, impressed to admit that in front of the boys. Macca jumped in, now very curious, “How do you know she’s here again this year?”

“She’s German, of course she’ll be back for this,” Z replied.

The other two laughed hearing that, “Yeah I’m not sure that’s how it works, there are other Oktoberfest events around the state, no guarantee that she’ll be back here again,” Mark said, taking another gulp of his beer.

“What’s her name?” Macca then asked.

“Monika.”

Macca got out his phone and typed the name into his notes, “Just for later when I’m trying to find the slut.” Watching those two go back and fourth about this ‘Monika’, Mark started to zone out a little, too pre-occupied with his own girl issues.

After his drink was finished, Mark wondered up to the bar to get another one. As he waited for a new drink, he was approached from someone behind him.