Finding Jen

You walk out onto the dance floor in the general direction you last saw Jen. You carefully weave through the dancers, being careful not to spill one drop of the drinks you're carrying. You suddenly hear her voice shouting "Over here!" You look off in the direction you heard her voice, and you spot her, waving you over. She has a very big smile on her face as she sits at a table surrounded by four men. The look on her face reminds you of a little girl in a candy store. 'Well I guess she's got her candy for tonight,' you think to yourself.

"Well, you didn't waste any time" you smile at her as you hand her one of the drinks you have.

"Wow! She didn't tell us you are a real knock out!" one of the men says to you.

You smile appreciatively at the sandy haired man. "Thank you" you say politely. "She likes to use me as her secret weapon." You take a seat across from Jen in between the four men.

Jen giggles. "She's definitely my nuclear option."

The black haired man in the group raises his glass. "I propose a toast" he begins as he stands and raises his glass. "To secret weapons, and radiation sickness." He looks at you and smiles. You all clink your glasses and take a drink.

You make small talk with the dark haired man, and discover his name is Chad, and that he's a dentist. He's very single, looking for fun times, and someone special to hang out with. He looks all right with his dark eyes and five o'clock shadow. You begin to think of him as the Indiana Jones of dentistry.

The other three also make small talk with you and Jen, and you find out the sandy haired man is named Clive, and he writes **** mysteries. The blond fellow of the group is named Bill, and he has deep blue eyes. He owns a resort casino right outside the city limits. He politely invites everyone at the table to come and try their luck, and have fun, offering everyone a no strings attached one thousand dollar stake to gamble with.

"Well that's an offer I can't refuse" Jen says. "I love blackjack and the slot machines." Everyone agrees to meet up at the casino on next Thursday night.

The last man of the group is named Simon. He's got dark brown hair and green eyes, and wears a nicely trimmed mustache. He plays bass for a band called Y-trap. The name strikes your curiosity. "Y-trap?" you ask inquisitively.

"Party spelled backwards" he smiles. "And yes, we do like to party!"

"And get caught in Y-traps!" exclaims Bill. "You know, between a woman's legs?"

Not knowing what else to say, you blush and smile. 'It would be so easy to close the trap around any of these guys' you think to yourself. They are all, for the most part, very personable, very cute, and very interesting.

Jen stands up at the table. "Well, if you all will excuse me, I have to go relieve my Y-trap" she says, smiling. Then she looks at you. "come with?" she asks.