So a few years back on New Years Eve my wingman and I decided to head to this club in West LA. We pre-partied at my place a few miles away then made it to the club around 10:30 via a taxi. By the time we got to the club I realized that we were both really fucking drunk. Instead of exercising good judgment, we doubled down and got even more wasted for the next hour while talking to random girls and having a good time.
My wingman disappeared to the bathroom. I introduced myself to a long haired Filipino girl about my age who had walked by. She told me her name was Angelica but she went by “JJ”. Even in my drunken state, I knew that JJ was not that cute but I could tell that her body was solid under a short black skirt that accentuated her ass nicely. We danced a few songs then I kissed her when the clock struck midnight. JJ practically melted into me and started kissing me about as hungrily as a girl could kiss a dude. She asked me if I wanted to leave and I nodded but told her I had to tell my wingman that I was leaving. I found him a few minutes later talking to a girl and told him I was leaving. He wanted to stay so I told him that I’d leave the front door open since he was crashing on my couch that night.