The karaoke bar that landed Mona and Leeloo in jail

Well, you had thought that Mona's redheaded friend Leeloo -- "Leona P" on her retail uniform vest -- was hitting hard on you, and Mona seemed excited about acting out some fantasy that she and Leeloo had dreamed up together. But as soon as the three of you got rolling in your car, and Leeloo made that crack about you breaking a condom on her like Mona, suddenly it was all about Leeloo and Mona, and not quite so much about you.

Well hey, you had a couple of cute gals in your car, and Mona was looking much happier with a little breeze coming through the window, no longer green the way she was looking between the prenatal clinic and the Hula Girl shaved ice store.

If this was as dramatic as the day went, you'd take it. You can still feel the echoes from when your kickboxing pool client Karen had put a dent in your breastbone and a hard knock on your head from the poolside concrete, leaving you stunned and unable to breathe. Of course that day had gotten radically better after Karen's mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

"Turn here," Leeloo says. "Here!" She points insistently, and you manage to make the turn to a slanting side road heading downhill toward the seaside.

"I hope they let us in," Mona says.

"The Man Friday never 86'd us," Leeloo says. "It was a fight in the parking lot. They dropped the charges, too. Hey Joe, you're the designated driver."

"Lemon cokes for me," Mona says. "Don't try to drink for all three of us."

"Or all four, yeah," Leeloo says.

Mona's mouth goes flat. She takes a deliberate, slow deep breath, then relaxes. "I'm glad we ran into you, Leeloo," she says.

"Samey samey," Leeloo says. She sings, "Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody..."

Mona laughs. "You got me," she says. "And a designated driver."

And it's actually Friday, so.

"Yeah, I better do cola, too," you say. "Or maybe coffee. They got coffee?"

"Everybody has coffee these days," Leeloo says. "Big-ass machine, press a button and put a mug under it. Girls kept asking for skinny lattes, they gave up and installed a robo-barista."

The Man Friday is kinda some mash-up of a yuppie fern bar and a yo-ho-ho me hearties for decoration. Looks like they keep it clean and bright enough not to scare away the nice gals they kinda aim at.

"You still drinking Dark and Stormies?" Mona asks.

"No, no, boilermakers all the way," Leeloo says.

"Get out! No way!" Mona says.

"Actually I'm into appletinis now," Leeloo says. "Makes me look upscale. Hey Joe, I'm buying, what do you want?"

You get a coffee from the robo-barista, delivered in a hammered copper mug that usually comes with Moscow Mules. You kinda like Moscow Mules, but after your workout with Karen Yoshida today, it's definitely coffee to keep your eyes propped open. You can still feel a throbbing ache from your dick, from Karen's butthole squeezing hard when she was getting a long-rolling orgasm while her mom tried to shame her over a surprise video call. But if it comes down to getting down with Mona or Leeloo, you think you can rise to the occasion.

Mona and Leeloo sign up for karaoke slots. The first batch will be in a little while, since you're early at the bar, even for a Friday.

You can sign up for a slot and try one of these moves:

• MAKE THEM BEG (try to serenade Mona and Leeloo into dragging you home): +Hot (+1) (+2 Hot, -1 two girls).
• TELL HER (go for a more direct approach to Leeloo, since Mona has already okayed you). Roll +Hot (+2) to sing at Leeloo and talk the stacked redhead into a quickie.
• LET THE GIRLS HAVE A MOVE. Listen to Mona and Leeloo's songs, drink your coffee, and enjoy the evening. Hey, Leeloo's buying.

You have 1 XP.
You have Hard +2 (with Fucking Huge), Hot +2 (with Charming), Cool 0, Control -1.
You have the Character Move PILLOW TALK.

Joe and Mona's open relationship agreement on this page