“Didn’t some girl fingerbang you in the bathroom when you went out after graduation?”

Blair smiled as she thought back on that night. What a great graduation present. She shook these thoughts from her head to focus on Marisol. “That barely counts. I need a bed and time to really show off all  of my skills.”

“Like the bed in your bedroom at your parents’ house? Good luck with that.”

Blair shrugged. She wouldn’t let a minor detail like living with her parents keep her from getting what she needed. “I’ll just find a girl who has her own place.”

When Marisol gave her a pointed look, Blair knew exactly what she was thinking. She put a hand up to keep her from saying it. “A girl with her own place who isn’t the mom of the kid I’m babysitting.”

“Good girl. Mission Get-Blair-Laid is officially underway.”

Ralph chuckled and shook his head as he sat the food on the bar in front of them. “You know, if you girls are trying to meet people, my bar might not be the best place to hang out.”

Blair stuck a pile of cheese fries in her mouth and spoke through the mouthful of food. “Ralph is right. We should probably go to Philly this weekend.” They lived about fifty minutes from the city and nowhere near a train station, which meant they would need to take a rideshare, but it was worth it if Blair could find someone to go home with.

“Let me guess. Gay bar?”

“Obviously. Is there any other kind?”

Marisol shook her head. “Honestly, not any good ones. I’ll take one for the team this time and be the designated driver. That way, I’m not stuck riding home by myself with a stranger at the end of the night.”

Blair put a hand over her chest. “It’s sweet how much confidence you have in me succeeding.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Don’t let it go to your head. Which night should we go?”

“Let’s do Thirsty Thursday. Hopefully the women will be just as thirsty for me as they are for the drinks.”

Marisol groaned. “Thursday? Really? Work is going to suck on Friday.”

Blair laughed. “I honestly forgot some people work on Fridays.”

“You’re not working Fridays? I thought Hot Mom asked if you could.”

Blair shrugged. “She mentioned it once, but it never came up again, so I’m guessing she doesn’t need me to anymore.”

Marisol pushed her bottom lip out in mock sadness. “So sad for you. Only four days a week with your crush.”

“First of all,” Blair held up her middle finger, “as I already mentioned, it’s a lush, not a crush. And after I have hot sex this weekend, I’ll be over it. I probably wouldn’t even take the extra day if she offered it.”