Happy hour

You and Lenny head to a popular watering hole. It's 6 pm now, and the bar is full of yuppies. You smile at Lenny "Target rich environment I'd say."

"Got that right," said Lenny, "But man, I could use a moment to get my second wind."

You two spot two beautiful women. They are both in their mid or upper twenties, dressed in nice business suits. One has blonde hair with dark blond streaks bound up in a loose bun. She has dark brown eyes, tan skin, a small nose, and oval face.

The other has a mass of thick, lucious dark brown hair cascading down over her shoulders in loose waves. She has fair skin, a nose with a slight bump, full lips, and a long face. Both women are sipping on margaritas.

You and Lenny walk over. The women look at you as if you're there to panhandle. "Excuse me, ladies," you say, "Would you like us to join you?"

"Um, I don't think so," says the blonde.

"Yeah, go find a kegger with some jello shots," says the other.

"You want us to join you," you say with a bit of irritation.

The two look at each other puzzled. "Oh well, sit down," says the Brunette, "You may be good for a laugh."

"Thank you," you say. "Buy us a couple of Glenfiddich and waters." You say.

"Whatever," says the blonde, but she flags down a waiter and gives him your order.

Before the waiter leaves, you say, "The ladies would like two shots of tequila a piece." The waiter nods and leaves.

"Tell us your names," you say.

"Brenda," says the blonde.

"Tawny," says the brunnette.

"Well, you won't mind if we call you Bimbo and Twit."

"Whatever," they say.

You smile at Lenny and turn towards the ladies, who are ignoring you and scanning the bar's male customers. "So I have a great game to play!"