Skeeball

You walk up to a ping pong table where a couple of guys are bouncing a ball back and forth, and you kind of feel like having a go when you hear the loud rolling of balls nearby and you look to the side of the bar where the sounds are coming from. It's the skeeball stations and you see 2 women with their backs to you having a go at the game in the corner. 1 is blonde with her wavy hair cut short to just under her ears, but still very feminine looking, while the other has long, straight brown hair that goes down to around her waist. Of course, it's not their hair that catches your attention, but their shapely forms. Both women are slim and similarly attired, with crop tops that show a little of their taunt midriffs and jeans that look like they were painted onto their bodies. As the blonde leans forward to roll the ball, her ass sticks out toward you in those jeans and for a moment you imagine the naked, heart-shaped ass underneath.

The sight draws you over to them like a magnet and you approach the women from behind. As you get closer, you see that they're slightly older, probably in their mid-30s or early 40s, but looking great nonetheless. From their designer clothes, impeccable appearances and expensive jewelry, you can tell that both of them are quite well to do. You glance at the half-empty glasses of rosé in both of their left hands, and also noticed that both of them are wearing exquisite diamond rings on their wedding fingers.

The women are chatting as you near them, and you remain silent, listening to their conversation.

"...not sure if I want the concert to be over sooner so I can go home, or for it to go on longer so that I can get drunk," the blonde says, taking a swig of her wine.

"I know, right? Maybe we can just tell the girls to order a car home. I'm sure they won't mind. Here, I'll text MacKenzie and tell her she can invite Kenna back for a sleepover. That way you won't have to worry about anything and we can have fun tonight! Ryan's home, so he can look after the girls while I crash at your place," the brunette replies, pulling out her phone that's tugged snugly into her jeans, slowly typing with 1 hand.

"Yeah! Wayne's still in Kuala Lumpur so you can stay with me tonight," the blonde says, visibly excited at the prospect of not having to worry about their daughters anymore tonight. They're not exactly mother of the year material, but that's the least of your concern right now, as you step closer and clear your throat a little, making your presence known. Both women turn slightly to see you standing behind and between them.

"Good evening, ladies," you greet them, holding up your beer glass. The women politely clink their wine glasses with your glass. "I'm John," you say confidently, not wanting to use your status unless you have to. Neither of the women seem to recognize you, and while the brunette smiles at you, the blonde is less impressed and even looks a little annoyed.

"Laurel," the brunette says with a twinkle in her eyes. Her facial features at sharp, accentuated by her pointed yet elegant nose. "This is Raina," she motions at her friend, who has a rounder face and smaller nose, but pretty nonetheless.

"I couldn't help but overhear you 2, sounds like a rare night out?" you ask.

"Yeah, our daughters are at the Taylor Swift concert and we were supposed to wait for them and bring them home, but the more we drink, the less that seems likely, or even a good idea," Laurel says, using her free hand to playfully pat you on the arm while continuing to send you sexy vibes. On the other hand, Raina seems less enthusiastic about your barging in.

"We can afford our own drinks by the way-" she says to say, before her friend cuts her off.

"Raina!" Laurel gasps. "He seems like a nice guy! Don't be such a bummer."

"A guy by himself in a bar, who walks up to 2 women with wedding rings on? Yeah, tell me what he's thinking..." Raina shrugs at her friend, almost like you're not standing right there.

"Aw, come on," you beg Raina. You'd rather win her over with your words than have to resort to other magical means. "I've had a long day and I just want to chill out, meet new people and have drinks." Then, eyeing the skeeball machine, you have an idea. "How about this?" you say, picking up a ball with your free hand and turning around while back up toward the machine. "If I can make this in the center circle and my hand behind my back while drinking a beer, you let me buy you gals another round?"

Raina looks skeptical, but Laurel shoots her a certain look that makes her shrug and nod begrudgingly. Grinning, you then toss the ball behind you. The moment it leaves your hand, you know it has no chance of hitting the target, so you quickly activate your magic ring to stop time, then quickly go to adjust the ball's trajectory so that it'll go into the center circle before you get back into position and let time resume. When it does, you hear the sound of the ball rolling into your target, and Laurel cheers while Raina can't help but be impressed. She smirks and chugs the rest of her drink before handing you the empty glass, and you hurry away to get refills, already imagining the different ways this night can go.