Haley and you are friends. You're 25, freshly in the dating game, and Haley is setting you up with people.

"How about Sam? He's like... kinda cute, I guess. Or Seb? Or Abigail? Or if you're into older men..."

You looked over, "Like Lewis?"

"Ew, fuck no," Haley says, scanning the saloon before turning your head to look at Shane. "Like him."

"Like Shane?" You ask quietly.

"Yeah, he's 32, he's 7 years older. Isn't that spicy?" She asks. "You should ask him out."

"But isn't he always the guy telling me to piss off and eat shit?" You ask.

"Totally, but it's just him serving cunt, now go." Haley pushes you forward.

The moment you're within a foot of Shane he groans. "What do you want?" He asks. The saloon crowded with people.

"Can I talk to you in private?" You ask, hand gliding toward him before slipping up his chest.

"Why?" He asks, looking at you, ignoring your touch

"Please?" You ask.

"Fine," He says. Then adds, "But your ass owes me another round for ruining a night like this."

He drags you out of the saloon, and Haley blows you a good-luck-kiss.

Shane sits you on a bench and settles next to you. "What do you want?"