Tiffany and Ali on a night out

San Francisco was alive and buzzing on Christmas night.

Christmas lights and plenty of holiday decorations were spread around the suburbs as most people stayed inside with families, enjoying their company on such a special day. Younger adults and college kids had flocked to near by bars, excited to keep drinking well into the night.

Near the San Francisco bay in a busy bar packed with plenty of youth, sat two of Mark’s closest friends, Tiffany and Ali. The two girls were enjoying some cocktails, sitting down in a booth in the corner of the room.

“I can’t believe you haven’t been on the west coast since you were ten,” Ali asked her brunette friend who was sipping a pineapple cocktail.

“Well… technically I’ve been to the airport in LA plenty of times since, just havent actually stayed in California though,” Tiffany explained, “Thanks again for inviting me by the way, especially on such a busy time like this.”

“Oh please, you’re doing me the favour here, someone to go out and get drunk with all week,” Ali replied.

The girls were dressed up nicely, Ali had on a floral pink sleeveless blouse and a tiny white skirt. The top was very low cut and pushed out her breasts which were being noticed by more than a couple of guys. Tiffany herself had on tight white jeans and a loose sleeveless blue blouse. Both girls were dolled up, looking incredible with the make up they took their time applying.

Sitting inside the booth, they had a bit of privacy from the rest of the packed bar. Eventually they were interrupted by someone who was finding it very hard to ignore two of the hottest girls he had seen before, just chilling in their corner booth.

He stepped inside, smiling at them both, “Merry. Christmas girls.”

“Merry Christmas,” they both replied before eyeing each other off to communicate with their eyes.

They found him attractive, his dark brown hair, smart fashion and smiling approachable face. It was the type of person that didn’t come off as creepy walking up to girls in a bar. Instead, he came off as a friendly male figure, just wanting to chat.

“Do you mind if I take a seat?” he asked politely.

“Be our guest,” Ali answered for the two of them, patting the bench seat next to her.

***

“I’m actually from Los Angeles but mom and dad are having a lot of family around without any of their kids and I didn’t want to be around a bunch of parents all week so I managed to sneak away and meet up with some friends here,” the boy explained to Ali and Tiffany.

The girls both smiled as he spoke, getting lost in his eyes. They found out that his name was Jackson and was here with a group of three friends.

“That’s a hell of a lot closer than New York,” Tiffany said, sighing about the long plane trip it took to get here.

“The big apple huh? What’s it like living in the city that never sleeps?” he asked her, appreciating her pretty face.

“It has it perks,” she spoke, “Guess I haven’t really been there that much over the last few years because I’ve been at college. Florida’s a whole different ball game.”

“College in Florida? You as well Ali?” he asked.

The blonde nodded quickly, “Yep, she’s a senior, I’m a sophomore but we’ve been besties for two years now. Heathrow girls!”

She fist bumped her brunette best friend from across the other side of the table. Meanwhile, Jackson sat there with his mouth wide open. He couldn’t believe it, a coincidence that was too good to be true.

“Heathrow? You’re joking?”

“What’s your funny about that?” Tiffany asked him.

“Heathrow in Florida is where I’m going next semester! I’m literally transferring, I shit you not!”

The girls laughed, Tiffany shaking her head, “There’s no way, you’re pulling our chain here.”

“Yeah come on, let’s see some proof,” Ali added, sure that he was lying.

Jackson took out his phone and scrolled through his emails until he found what he was looking for. Clicking on one from the college themselves, the boy turned his screen around for both girls to see. Ali accidentally squealed a little, realising he wasn’t lying at all.

“No Fucking Way!!” Ali said, playfully pushing his arm, “You’re going to be an Eagle like us?!”

“Oh my god… this is so weird, what are the chances? Is this a set up or something, did someone put you up to this?” Tiffany joked, in just as much surprise.

“I know, what the hell, I cant believe you said Heathrow. I’ve got so many questions for you’s, what’s it like?? How is everyone there?”

The girls were more than happy to answer any and all of his questions, still in shock. Unfortunately for all involved, they were cockblocked by a short bearded guy with quite a round waistline. The boy stumbled forward and began to lean on Jackson.

“Ohhhh dude… I’m so wasted…” he said, using his shoulder for balance.

“Really Christian?” he said, trying to lean away from him, smelling the beer on his breath, so close to his face.

It wasn’t the same sort of reception for Christian as it was for Jackson. The girls looked a little grossed out by his obnoxious blind state, an obvious sauce stain on the front of his shirt. He quickly turned his attention to the two college girls, checking them both out without being subtle at all.

Ali scrunched up her face as she realised he was staring right at her tits.

“Never seen boobs before?” she asked him, sick of him staring.

Christian wasn’t the least but embarrassed, he was too drunk for that, “You got a nice rack…” he mumbled.

“Alright that’s it, you can’t speak to her like that,” Jackson said, getting up and grabbing him by the collar of the shirt and pulling him out of the booth, “Sorry girls, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Jackson escorted his friend out before having a word with him out of sight from the two girls he had just met.

They immediately began whispering to each other as soon as they were alone again, “What do you think about Jackson?” Ali asked Tiffany.

“I don’t know, really nice… super cute… respects us enough not to put up with his friends nonsense, why?”

Ali smirked, “We should invite him over tonight.”

There was a slight bit more of reluctancy coming from Tiffany who didn’t have the intentions of a threesome on this little trip to the other side of the country.

“Come on Tiff,” Ali bugged her, “You said it yourself, nice and cute and he’s coming to Heathrow.”

Ever since she started getting a lot closer with Jess, Ali was constantly craving sex. Having Tiffany here to go out drinking with was just another way to try and get out and look for guys to bring home.

“Hmmm,” Tiffany thought, “Fine… We’ll give him a sneak peek of what real college life is like.”

Almost seconds later, Jackson appeared back at the entry of the booth, “I’m so sorry about that, he’s a nice guy usually but when he’s drunk… he’s just intolerable.”

Ali and Tiffany just smirked at each other and then back at Jackson without saying a word.

“What?” he laughed, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Ali smiled at her best friend once more before facing Jackson, “How do you feel about ditching your friends and making a couple of new ones?”