Wing...woman?

Beth looked around at all the hot, bikini-clad bartenders and waitresses, and at Kyle's face. Young guy, hot guy...recently discharged. His eyes were taking in a lot of delicious female flesh.
Beth spent the next hour and a half playing wingman. Wingwoman? She talked Kyle up, laughed at his jokes, played darts, played pool, and generally had a great time. Kyle did too, and by the time 11:00 pm rolled around, he had a loyal following of pretty girls laughing and drinking with him. She hadn't even really needed to do anything. Kyle was a pretty charming guy once he opened up a little.
Beth hit the bathroom, and her phone buzzed.

Brian: Hey I'm headed home. How's everything
Beth: Kyle and I are at Bottoms Up. I'm trying to get him laid
Brian: lol seriously?
Beth: he's a soldier and a stud. He deserves {if Shame < 30} some pussy {else
}it {endif
}
Brian: Oh, you want him doing that on our couch?
{if No Filter = 1
}Beth: that could be fun
Brian: very funny {else
}
Beth: He could always go home with them, dummy{endif
}

She returned to the bar to collect Kyle, much to the disappointment of several of the ladies. As they headed home, she interrogated him about the number of girls who gave him their number to put in his phone. They arrived back at the apartment to meet Brian, who was out of his suit and into casual clothes. His hair was wet from a shower and he smelled clean. Kyle and his brother hugged and began to reconnect while Beth pulled out some snacks and drank sparkling water.