Page 6 of Billionaire Games
Though only a Thursday night, they found the pub’s parking lot packed. “Glad we took a taxi,” Phoenix said as they got out of the cab.
Ethan walked ahead of the other two and opened the heavy wooden door. “Authentic,” he muttered as he let the other two walk in before him.
Dim light lit the pub. The smell of fried foods and alcohol filled the air, combining with the many perfumes and colognes the people in the crowded place were wearing.
A young woman, wearing a T-shirt with the pub’s name on the right pocket, blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a black apron came to them. Her smile was bright, and her doe-like brown eyes were sparkly as she greeted them, “Hi, welcome to Flannigan’s. Are we drinking, or eating and drinking this fine evening, gentlemen?”
“Both,” Ethan answered for them.
“Fancy a table or a booth?” she asked as she turned around to grab some menus.
“Table,” Griffin called out so he could be heard over the noisy crowd.
With a nod, she led them away, seating them at a table for four.
With the menus placed in front of them, she asked, “What can I get you, fellas, to drink.”
“Pints,” Ethan said. “For all of us. Run a tab. It’s on me tonight.”
“Generous,” she said then left the men to go get their drinks.
They scanned the room, searching for the women they’d like for themselves while also keeping in mind who they were to pick for.
There were short, tall, skinny, and chubby women of all kinds and hair colors. A buffet of beauties to choose from. It wouldn’t be easy to narrow it down to one each. “Wow, we have some fine choices here tonight. You picked the right place, Phoenix,” Griffin said then high-fived him.
“I sure did. I can’t pick any one of them out as the best,” Phoenix agreed.
“But you must,” Ethan reminded him. “Don’t forget our personal preferences, either.”
Phoenix nodded as the tall mugs full of dark beer arrived. “Guinness, huh?” Griffin asked the waitress. A different young woman than the one who sat them down.
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asked before putting the beers down.
“It is, darlin’ and can we have some hot wings to go with them?” Ethan asked her.
“Sure. Really hot or kind of hot?” the waitress asked them as she placed the frothy mugs in front of each one of them.
“Kind of,” Griffin said. “We don’t want dragon breath, now do we?”
She nodded. “I’ll make sure there’s some celery to cleanse your palates, gentlemen. And blue cheese with them?”
Phoenix nodded then added, “And how about some shots of fireball too?”
“Will do,” she told him then went away to turn in their order.
The atmosphere was electric. Energy filled the space around them. “It’s like Julia’s here,” Griffin said.
The others nodded in agreement. Their sexual mentor seemed to be leading them, and with her help, one would win the bet, of that they were all positive.
