Michael and His Girlfriend

I open the door to see the familiar face of Michael on our porch, holding a bottle of whiskey in hand and his girlfriend under his other arm. She's a gorgeous girl, pale skin and dark hair. Wearing mostly black, she's a bit slender, but still a dime-piece. She's fairly flat-chested, but even from the front view, I can see she's packing a lot of junk in the trunk. She's wearing a bit of makeup, going for a very lite emo style. She's looking anywhere but directly at me, clearly not a fan of meeting strangers.

"Hi, I'm Ashley." she says, just a little shyly. I shake her offering hand, telling her my name and inviting them inside.

"Michael!" Cassandra squeals as she approaches us, "Hi! I'm Cassandra!", our girlfriends meet and greet, Ashley seemingly warming up a bit to female company.

We get inside and get settled, Michael and Ashley taking the seat on the couch I offer them. I take the whiskey to the kitchen, setting out some glasses for use here shortly. I can hear Cassandra and Ashley chatting in the living room while I take the time to pull up the delivery app for a pizza chain, getting our order ready. Michael enters the kitchen.

"Well, they're getting along. Oh, sweet, you're ordering pizza." Michael says, seeing the Dominos app on my phone. He pours four glasses of whiskey, offering me one.

"Oh, sweet, thanks man.", I say, taking the glass.

I swallow the alcohol, scarfing it down and pretending like it's not a horribly offensive drink. Michael swallows his like it's water, and pours us both another glass before indicating towards the living room. We return to the girls, each taking a seat near our ladies. They're laughing and giggling, talking about college and other mundane things.

"So, Ashley, how did you two meet?" Cassandra says, inquiring as to the nature of their relationship.

"Well, it's a long story. I was dating a guy, kind of a dickhead, and I met Michael. That's the short version, I guess." She says, smiling at Michael.

"Ooh la la, do tell me more." Cassandra responds, clearly interested in the love drama.

They chit-chat about how they met, how Cassandra and I met, things like that for a bit before the pizza arrives. I answer the door, pay, and put the boxes on the coffee table. We chow down, chit-chatting and sipping our drinks, before Michael has a suggestion.