Rando

"I think I'm feeling someone new tonight," you say, handing the bartender the payment for Ashley's drinks.

Ashley pounds each shot back, rapid-fire, not even looking woozy once the third one is finished. She smiles devilishly. "Oh, you'll be feeling someone new," she says. "I'm very good at my job, I assure you."

The two of you look out into the crowd of Mystic. There are so many people, it's hard to really separate them all out.

There's one woman in skinny jeans and a crop-top t-shirt with a reddish brown bob haircut. She's a great dancer, getting low to the beat and smiling the whole time.

Another person is on one of the elevated stages. This woman is leaning on one of the waist-high posts so she can shake her ass at the crowd below. She looks like a real sexpot-- right up Ashley's alley-- wearing a see-through top with stars covering her nipples. Her dark hair falls to her shoulders, and she's wearing a pair of black bootyshorts despite the weather.

You point both women out to Ashley, and she nods approvingly. "Good taste," she says. "Nice."