Plan to pick up Mona after closing at El Gringo Loco

Rowan heads on in to El Gringo Loco, with a little wobble in her gait. Mona, standing at your driver's side window, laughs.

You look at Mona. "You think she's okay?" you ask.

Mona laughs. "She's showing off for you. Eat it up, Joe."

Mona grabs your wrist and gives you a firm squeeze. Your eyes meet. There's feelings there you don't have words for.

Mona winks. "Not gonna kiss you. I don't want other girls to think I've pissed all over you to make you mine."

"Oh hell, Mona, kiss me," you say.

She sticks out her tongue. When you lean forward, she licks your nose. It tickles, and you lean back.

"Gonna pick me up after shift?" she asks.

"Sure. Help you and Rowan close shop?" you ask.

"Don't promise anything you can't deliver," Mona says.

"Well, you know me," you say.

Mona bats her eyelashes and gives you a half smile.

"What does that mean?" you ask.

She winks. "See you at closing time."

You watch Mona's ass as she heads into work. If nobody screws up, you're gonna be married, pretty sure.

Don't promise anything you can't deliver.

You sigh. Between Charlie and Rowan, the Bleeding Gardenias had given your arms, shoulders, back, and cock a good work-out. But you have to go back and drop off the pool truck first.

Roll +COOL(0) to STALK Mona. 2d6+0 = 8.
On a 7-9, you'll have to finagle getting work or something out of the way.