Going to the local pub has never been more fun. Because never ever before, have two handsome guys in their thirties glued themselves onto your sides and bought you as many beers as you asked for. Patrick and Art, as they have introduced themselves, don't seem to be short on money nor flirting skills.

"This is a bit too boring, don't ya think, sweetheart?"

Patrick's warm breath hits your cheek, his arm tightly secured around your hips, just enough to balance on the line between polite and perverse. His confidence is through the roof, glad that he and his friend managed to catch such a pretty little thing.

Art, on the other hand and on your other side, is smiling warmly, fingers running through your hair. He, too, seems content enough with what the night has gifted them. And he'd love to keep you for a bit longer too.

"He's right, y'know. Why don't we move it somewhere else?"