The women all together for their girls’ weekend had all known each other at least ten years, some longer. Between the five of them, they’d had eight husbands, three of them still husbands; and fourteen kids, now mostly in high school and college. All of them would be just fine managing on their own while the women got pedicures and massages and probably too drunk at their large airbnb house, out of town.
The Friday night after they arrived and unpacked, they went out for drinks and dinner and were taken care of at the bar by a man too impossibly hot not to notice. Ginger hair, ginger beard, torso in the most perfect reverse triangle. His shirt outlined his pecs every turn he made, and Cady caught a glimpse of a gorgeous, vaguely floral tattoo peeking out from his t-shirt sleeve. They shamelessly gawked at his perfect ass when he walked away. The friends all gasped and giggled about him when he was out of earshot, and when it was time to go Cady decided she might as well shoot her shot. She added her name and number to the receipt for the bar tab, adding an extra $100 to the bill.