Your table is ready.

You are seated by a window that looks out onto the street. You sip water and look over the somehwat pricy French menu. You already know what you want: Magret du Canard aux Poivres . When the pretty waitress... "Becka," comes, you order a bottle of the '97 St. Emilion from LA Gaffeliere. $100 and worth every cent. Jack's eyes pop a little, and you wear a small smile. Some shrewd trades last quarter means you can afford to indulge a little tonight. {if Jenna > 40
} Jenna rubs your leg under the table, close to your cock, and smiles at you. She{else
} Jenna{endif
} orders the Poitrine de Poulet Provencale. "Do you guys like mussels?" When Karen and Jack assent, she orders the mussels in white whine and shallot sauce for the table.
"Hell yeah... good for libido, right?" Jack is tasteless and tactless as ever.
"I think that's oysters...." the waitress laughs. Jack looks deflated. He orders the Filet Mignon au Poivre and Karen orders the French Onion soup and garden salad together as her meal.
"It's our treat, honey." Jenna says to her sister. "Get anything you want."
"That's what I want!" Karen insists. "I'm feeling like a soup and salad. I want to be light on my feet for whatever comes after dinner." {if KarenFlirt = 1
} She shoots you a quick, dangerous smile. {elseif FoursomePlanB = 1
} The two sisters share a secret laugh, then both smile at you. {endif
}
Dinner progresses normally from there. Jack, wonder of wonders, makes no attempt to flirt with the pretty young waitress. Maybe because she popped his balloon about the mussels. Said mussels disappear quickly, and the entrees come and go with little fanfare other than appreciative hums and noises of enjoyment from all. The wine gives you a nice buzz, and you forgo dessert for yourself in favor of a glass of cognac. Jenna, never a huge fan of brandy, enjoys some sorbet with Karen, taking advantage of the free dessert offered for the wait. Jack gets a scotch, neat. Very classy dessert, you think, with an internal eye-roll.
After all is said and done, and paid for, you lounge at the bar. Jenna and Karen order vodka tonics, while Jack continues to sip his scotch from dinner. You pump the brakes on drinks. Despite the Uber, you want to keep yourself out of the bag as much as possible. The pheromones are starting to fly. Got to make sure the old cock is up to the challenge if he's needed.
"So..." Karen says, around 7:45. "What's next?"