Three is a crowd

"I seem to have given you the wrong impression, Michelle. Candy will be mine alone tonight. We were just looking for an impartial judge."

You mask your disappointment as best you can. An evening with Santana and Michelle would have worked well in your fantasy. "Ah, well, all the best to you ladies," you reply, kissing Santana on the cheek and giving Candy one last gentle kiss on her lips.

The couple depart from the bar soon after you reclaimed you seat, and you quickly finish the rest of your drink, ordering a third. You struck out twice already. Despite all your preparations, the evening was not going your way, which just made you more determined to live out your fantasy.

There were more than a couple pairs of eyes on you, you could feel them, but when you turned to your left to scan the small crowd in the bar, their gaze was averted. You had almost given up and you were going to go down to the dungeons and risk running into Greg, the man that mauled you, when a variable you had not considered walked into the room.

A little too quickly, you turned back to the bar and stared at your drink.