We sit at the huge wooden benches on our cane high-back stools. The cream Chinese lanterns glow a warm light throughout the space and the sound of loud laughter and voices echo throughout the room. David Guetta plays in the background. We are celebrating the completion of my first week in my new job. It seems we have found a new hangout for Friday nights. Bridget was asked here a couple of weeks ago to meet this guy she fancied and we sort of became instantly hooked. This place definitely deserves the title, Drycleaners. Never have you seen so many beautiful men in suits under one roof-Friday night work drinks of course. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel, they don’t stand a chance. I have to say, I myself stand a very good chance of being picked for the Australian Olympic team … in Prick Teasing. I seem to have mastered the art of, as Abbie says, not giving a shit. I give them fake names, fake jobs and fake phone numbers, not to mention my fake intentions. Just last week my name was Gertrude and I was a taxidermist. Tonight my name is Cheetah and I am a contortionist. I have never laughed so much in my life. Bridget broke up with Jeremy and for the first time in history the three of us are actually on the same page when it comes to men. Who cares … whatever. While Didge and I spend our nights lying and club kissing, Abbie spends hers running away from army guy, aka Tristan. It seems he thinks he is love with her and she is running for her life, scared. We can only go to the Ivy now when we have had enough fun and Abbie turns into a pumpkin and is ready to go home with Tristan, otherwise she has to behave and act all girlfriendy. Hilarious. It’s so fun teasing her for a change. We are talking to four guys we met here a couple of weeks ago. They are all gorgeous and slightly younger than us, stockbrokers … or so they say.
“So, Felicity,” one of the guys says. My eyes look around as I wave to another man we met earlier tonight.
“Felicity,” he repeats. I keep looking around.
“Fuck off. Your name is not Felicity, is it?” He pokes me.
“Oh, you’re talking to me?” I giggle.
Bridget laughs. “Ah der Felicity, who else would he be talking to?” She rolls her eyes around in her head like a freak.
I giggle into my drink. “And what’s your name again?” he asks Bridget.
“What do you want it to be?” She laughs.
“Threesome.” He laughs as his friend chokes on his drink in shock.
We all giggle, we really are very pissy.
“What’s your name?” the tall guy asks Abbie.
“Lemon, Lime and Soda.” She coos. God … such floozies, men are so stupid.
“I’ll get you one.” He runs to the bar and she winks at us.
“Right, free drinks for the girl who can get these guys to kiss.” Abbie smirks into her glass.
I burst out laughing. “Margaritas, can I get margaritas?”
“Of course,” Bridget snaps. “I want Martinis.”
The tall nob returns with her drink. “Thank you,” Abbie whispers as she shrugs shyly. Oh boy … get off it! This guy is as dumb as dog shit if he falls for that crap. Abbie doesn’t have a shy bone in her body.
“So,” Bridget smiles at the four men, “we thought we might go to another bar.”
“Can we come with you?” the cute curly-haired brunette with brown eyes asks innocently as he leans forward on the table.
“Yes, I suppose, but you have to do an initiation test if you want to party with us.”
Abbie and I hide our laughter behind our glasses.
“Yeah, ok.” The tall guy smiles. “What is this initiation?” The boys all laugh and start flexing their biceps like freaks as we giggle.
“I want you.” She points at the guy who just brought Abbie a drink. “And you.” She points to the tall guy with dark hair. “To kiss.”
Their eyes widen in shock.
We all hide our giggles and Abbie’s eyes light up with mischief. “Tongue kiss,” she whispers as she widens her eyes.
“No way.” They start to shake their heads nervously as their friends start to nod.
“It’s just, we are team players … if you know what I mean.” She licks her lips for effect. Bridget and I are nearly wetting ourselves as we try to act serious.
“And we want to know that the boys we party with like to … team play too.”
Their eyes widen as they realise that she is perhaps talking about a gang bang. They exchange looks and the two men that don’t have to kiss start to tell their friends.
“Just do it. We want to party. Fucking do it.”
The whole group of seven of us are in fits of laughter as they try to decide if they are going to do it.
“Seriously, fucking kiss now. Actually give him a head job if that’s what it takes,” blond guy snaps to his two friends. The poor two men under pressure don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“What do we do if they actually go through with this challenge?” Bridget whispers.
Abbie takes a scull of her drink. “Run.”
I spit my drink out as I laugh out loud. Where do we come up with this shit?
The two un-kissing men start to chant to their friends to kiss and we are all in fits of laughter when I feel an arm come around me from behind. I turn as I feel lips on my temple.
“Hey Doc,” Jesten smiles.
I turn and smile broadly at him. “Hi Jes.”
“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,” the group chant from behind us.
Jesten frowns. “What’s going on?”
The curly-haired guy sits forward. “These girls are going to stack us on … if we kiss.”
Jesten burst out laughing and shakes his head at us.
“You girls are bitches.” Jesten laughs as he shakes his head.
“I knew it,” the guys yell collectively as they point at us.
Bridget, Abbie and I clink glasses as we laugh. “You guys were totally going to kiss,” Abbie laughs as she points at them.
“Were not,” they start to scream. “Were not.”