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the green.” Aaron indicated one of three women who had just sat down from a turn on the dance floor.
    Eric took a sip and stood. “Wait, what happens when I get the number?”
    “Then I take a shot of whiskey,” Max said.
    “The idea is for us to just get drunk then.” When Max nodded, Eric chuckled and made his way over to the table. He’d had a high tolerance for alcohol before he became a werewolf. Now, poor Max didn’t stand a chance.
    “Good evening, ladies,” he said when he stood at their table. “My friend over there dared me to get your phone numbers. So, would you mind if I joined you?”
    They studied him warily, but one waved him to a seat. Max was going to get very drunk.
    The women watched him as if he were about to pounce. He smiled and touched the hand of the woman on his right. “I’d rather leave you in peace, but my buddy over there thinks I have a problem picking up women.”
    The woman on his right leaned toward him. “I doubt that.” She moistened her lips and ran her thumb across his index finger. “I’m Jean.”
    “Yeah, well.” He placed his other hand on top of hers and smiled at her friends. “If I came back with all three of your numbers I’d be off to a good start.”
    “I’ll bet you would.” The one on his left, not nearly as inebriated as her friends, looked him over closely.
    “Amanda’s our DD,” Jean said, disengaging her hand and scribbling on a napkin. “It’s even my real number.”
    “That’s great. Thanks.” He took the napkin from her and raised an eyebrow at the other two, breaking out a charming expression that he used to use with his nana to get extra dessert. “Please.”
    “Oh, God, don’t beg.” Amanda wrote a number down and passed it to him, the hint of a smile playing on her lips.
    The last woman leaned over the table to run her napkin over his lips. “Mine’s real, too.” Her dress dipped to expose impressive cleavage. “Everything’s real.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind.” Eric smiled at each of them then left, very much aware he was being watched as he walked back to his table. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the women’s giggles.
    Aaron grinned at Eric. “They were looking at your ass.”
    Ignoring him, Eric counted each napkin as he put it down in front of Max. “That’s three.” He waved to a passing waitress. “My friend here will need three shots of whiskey, and please leave the bottle.
    “That was too easy,” Max said.
    The waitress set the three shots in front of Max. Then another arrived with their pizza.
    Eric slid a hot slice from the pie. He nodded to Aaron and before the second bite said, “It’s good.”
    Aaron chuckled. “Maybe we’ll need some hot wings, too.”
    Over the course of the evening Eric did well but struck out enough that even he felt a little fuzzy. When he came back to the table after trying to get the number of a thin, short-haired redhead he had to admit he was having fun. “Even the ‘my friends are daring me’ didn’t work with her.” Eric threw back the waiting shot. “She’s a lesbian.”
    “You don’t know that,” Aaron said, munching on a buffalo wing.
    “That’s what she told me.” Eric picked up a wing and watched Max with interest.
    Already wiping his mouth and popping a mint, Max stood. “You didn’t ask right.” He smoothed his clothes and sauntered over to the redhead.
    Eric shook his head mournfully as he watched his new friend.
    “You think she’s really a lesbian?” Aaron asked.
    “Oh, yeah.” Eric was already feeling sorry for Max. “See that large blonde woman coming up behind him?”
    “Oh no.”
    The large woman topped Max by a foot and a half. She placed a hand on his shoulder and apparently squeezed, because his face contorted in pain as he jumped and grabbed his shoulder.
    Though his back was to Eric, he knew Max would be talking fast.
    Eric sipped at his beer, trying to dilute the whiskey coursing through his system. “Twenty bucks says he