Bourbon Street, of course

You and your friends walk up Canal Street, the four of you chattering and laughing, eager to get the party started. The street is full of tourist, most of them wearing beads, many of them drunk. It's mid-afternoon, and the sky is clear, the temperature cool but comfortable. You're conscious of the glances of men in the street, and you happily preen and strut, proud of your beauty and the attention it gets you.

It's only a few blocks to Bourbon Street and the four of you turn down it, almost immediately engulfed in a happy, partying crowd. Most people are drinking out of plastic cups, almost everyone is wearing beads, and absolutely everyone looks like they're having a great time.

"Shooters!" Steph squeals, pointing at the first bar she sees. "Let's start with shooters!" You eagerly follow her into a bar that partly fronts onto the sidewalk, serving pedestrians through an archway. A handsome young bartender leans across the bar, smiling appreciatively at the four of you.

"What's your pleasure, darlin'?" he grins at Steph.

"Shooters! We want your best shooters!"

"Coming right up, darlin'," he says, getting to work on her order. The four of you are looking around at the street scene, many people in outlandish costumes, impromptu dances breaking out in the middle of the street. He puts the drinks in front of you, grinning at Steph as she pays him and waves away the change. The four of you pick up the shots, clink them to toast each other and fire them back. It tastes sweet and delicious, and you smile at the bartender in thanks.

"That's great! What is that called?" you ask. He grins back at you, his eyes running over all four of you.

"Red Headed Slut," he says with a laugh.

"But only one of us is a red head," Steph laughs, looking at Amy, who tosses her auburn hair and gives her a joking sneer.

"That mean you're all sluts?" the bartender asks with an easy laugh. "Want another round on the house?"

You nod eagerly and he goes to work with a shaker again. As he puts the glasses in front of you, he catches your eye and gives you a very personal smile. You smile back and touch his hand as you thank him for the free round of drinks, leaning forward to show off your breasts. He gives your hand a squeeze and smiles appreciatively at your ripe tits.

"Y'all here for the first time?" he asks.

"Yes, we only just got here, " you answer. "It's so much fun!"

"You should get Hurricanes in go-cups and stroll down the street. The party's just getting going. You got lots to see." He speaks to the group of you, then looks at you specifically. "Unless y'all want to hang here for a bit," he says quietly.