Wingman...er....wingwoman....wingperson?

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 looked like they were going to fall out of his head.

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 Diva's I'm trying to get him laid
Brian: lol seriously?
Beth: he's a soldier and a stud. He deserves {if Formation = 5}some pussy {else}a little action{endif}
Brian: He's sleeping on our couch. You want him enjoying that {if Formation = 5
}.... {else
}action {endif
}on our couch?
Beth: {if Formation = 1
} oh god i didn't think of that lol {elseif Formation = 5
} lol might be fun :p {else
}lol i guess not {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, which ones were cute, which ones she thought were skanks.
They arrived back at the apartment to meet Brian, who was out of his suit and into casual clothes, hair wet from a fresh shower and smelling clean. Kyle and he hugged and began to reconnect while Beth pulled out some snacks and drank sparkling water.