They move their competition to a cabaret

“...Fine, if you are so eager to make a fool out of yourself, I guess I can whip out a new Eve costume for you. Maybe I will even a add a flower on your hair to complete the hippie look.”

“That sounds quite creative.”

“You are just going to make me take off my clothes if you win, aren’t you?”

“It’s not like I brought a cupid costume here, so yeah, probably. Nothing’s wrong with old reliable. You always blush like a tomato when you have to strip in-"

“Nope,” the bartender interrupted. “This isn’t that kind of bar. Go to the cabaret across the street if you want to get naked.”

Practically booted out of the comfy little bar, the two rivals crossed the street to enter Club Picardía. Classic music played in the surprisingly well-illuminated place. A stage took up most of the space. On top of it, a series of skimpily dressed dancers twirled purple plumes around their bodies in an exotic dance. There were strip poles at the sides, but they were devoid of strippers for some reason. Huh, the place wasn’t as seedy as Amanda initially feared. “Ok, let’s put a time limit. We have an hour to find a new date and get them to kiss us.”

“Can’t wait to make you strip naked when you los-”

“Oh, naughty,” interrupted the bartender. A lean girl wearing a professional suit and bowtie. “You remind me of myself when my girlfriend and I started dating. Let me help you ante up the bet then, drinks are on the house for the winner,” she said with a smile.

“Oh great! Then let’s get’s going!” Amanda said, having spotted her first target for the night. A stout man with a short beard and a tan. This was going to be easy, no way anyone could resist a charming and witty woman like her. “Hey, handsome.” The man didn’t even turn his face. Beer in hand, he was hypnotized by the dancer’s plumes. “Err… are you a bank loan? Because you have my interest.”

Amanda wrapped her hands around the man’s arm, but he quickly rebuffed her. “Can you please go away? I’m trying to enjoy the show.”

Ugh, fine. Amanda knew better than to fish in an empty pond. Looking to her right, Evie was also getting rebuffed by another guy. Well, that figures. Sure, she was cute, and a bit more well-endowed than Amanda, but who would want to kiss the most awkward and geeky girl in the dorm?

The game was on, but neither woman had much luck breaking away the patrons from the hypnotic hold of the dancers... until Evie got an idea. Winner got free drinks, right?

“Hey, want a beer?”

“Already got one.”

“Sorry, I meant... do you want a glass of the most expensive whiskey in this dump?”

“… you have my attention.”

“Oh, that cheating… hey dude! Want vodka?” Not to be outshined by Evie of all people, Amanda copied her game plan. **** started pouring as if Dyonosious himself had blessed the cabaret. The two girls had finally found a way to get the conversation going, but when it come to closing the deal…

“I’m married.”

“I’m saving myself for Beatrice up there.”

“Sorry, I’ll pass.”

“I’m gay.”

“Come on! Then what are you doing here staring at the dancers?”

“I am supporting my bro.”

“Thanks, bro.”