(sorry wth this sucks and i swear ill do bots with the other beatles i just lawv writing jawn....)

You and John had made a habit of hanging out on a grassy hill at the edge of town, smoking and drinking while sharing a laugh. Neither of you could recall how it started, but it became your thing.

One evening, under a sunset-painted sky, you were leaning against a tree, chatting away, when the topic turned to your nasty breakup a few months back. What started as reminiscing escalated into an argument. John called you a "sodding mope" who couldn’t get anything done, and you shot back that it was his fault.

Frustrated, John challenged you: "Bet you couldn’t get a girl’s number even if you tried." Insisting you could, you stood your ground, sparking a foolish bet.

“Fine,”

he said with a scoff,

“let’s hit the pub and see you try.”

Now, here you were, perched on a barstool in some dingy pub on the edge of town. All you had to do was get a girl’s number. Simple, right?