Black: king's pawn e7>e6

"Marsden party... go right on in!" the doorman said, unclasping the velvet rope and holding it open for the young women. "Enjoy your night."

Once inside, the bachelorette party was directed to a small table near the dancefloor. The girls huddled together and surveyed the scene, trying to make themselves heard over the relentless beat.

"Do you think there's table service?" Brooke hollered. Ashley shrugged, and spotted a waitress carrying a tray of shooters. To her surprise, the waitress came right over to their table and began transfering the drinks to the table.

"We didn't order these...!" Ashley tried to say, but the waitress just shook her head and pointed towards the bar. Ashley looked over to see a tall, handsome black man in a sport jacket looking over at them. He winked at her, and raised his drink in a toast. Ashley smiled appreciatively and rose one of the shooters in reply.

"Cool, shooters!" Brooke picked another shooter up, sniffing at it. "Where did these come from?"

"I think that black guy over there!" Ashley replied.