Hey Bob, do you come here often?

“Bob, remind me, how many times have we done this?” You sigh, feeling somewhat loose from the liquor coursing through Shannon’s veins.

“Um, what, worked late? More times than I can count,” Bob replies, looking away.

“And went out for a drink after?” You take another sip of Shannon’s drink.

“Well, uh, no… but, it’s fine for colleagues to have some fun outside of the office, right?” Bob asked, awkwardly fiddling with his almost empty drink.

“Bob! I’m right here with you, aren’t I?” You ask, holding Bob’s arm with Shannon’s gentle hand. This guy could stand to learn a thing or two about self confidence. He's not doing anything wrong!

“Yeah, Shannon,” Bob places his warm hand on your - Shannon’s - bare knee, his fingers brushing the hem of her skirt. You feel his warmth spreading from her knee up to her thigh. Something unfamiliar to you is happening between Shannon’s legs, but Shannon doesn't seem to mind herself.

Bob stares into Shannon’s eyes, and they stare right back at him. He leans closer to her, and stops, hesitating. It looks like he's holding his breath. For fuck's sake, you can barely stand to watch.

You’ve seen plenty of dummies like Bob screw up their chances with girls just like this. The critical moment comes, and he freezes up like a scared possum. You can just break the tension and get out of here, home free.