Is it fun? Should I come over?
Is itfun?
Honestly, Ashton had never really considered the question before. Sometimes it got him laid, that's for sure. It always got him drunk, which was far easier. Coming to bars to pick up dates was… it's just what he did, right?
Noah had his streaming, Logan had football, most of the other guys were studying or playing games or making time with their girlfriends. But Ashton never was much into video games, he ran his miles in the morning, and what was the point of studying, really? All he needed to do was pass and get his diploma; his future was secured whether he got an A on his history final, or a C.
And as far as girlfriends go?
That's why he was here tonight, wasn't it?
Whoever said dating was supposed to befun?
No
It's lame
There was a stunning brunette a few seats down, toying with a glass of something dark and amber. A bachelor party was already going full swing over in the corner, which in Ashton's experience usually meant at least one or two likely prospects. A few other likely pairs and trios were scattered here and there throughout the club, eyes flicking this way and that in the way employed exclusively by a woman on the prowl.
One of a trio of blonds waves at him from where they are clustered around a nearby high table.
Ashton nodded back, returning to his phone.
Y u txt me?
[Dylan]:
Need some new material for the spank bank
Saywhat?
"Hey, there," the blond who'd waved said, interrupting Ashton's thoughts even further and providing a much-needed distraction.
"Hey," Ashton replied, mind still doing loop-de-loops at Dylan's message.
The phone buzzed in his hand. He frowned down at it.
Send me a photo
Ashton sucked in a breath.
He…he couldn't.
Right?
"Is that your girlfriend?" the blond asked.
Ashton huffed a laugh, the shape of it lodged heavy in his chest, wedged between his ribs.
"No," he said. "Just a classmate. Don't have a girlfriend."
The blond smiled coyly. "Would you like to?" she asked, taking a sip from the straw in her garishly colored drink.
Ashton cocked his head, taking in all the gifts she'd made such an effort putting on display, and smiled.
Im str8
"I'm Ashton," he said, setting his phone down on the bar and holding out his hand to shake.
