Went to bar. Saw an hb8 who I used to work with, who was with two other hb8s. Opened. Focused on one that was more comfortable with me to get some kino. She asked for my number, which I teased her about until she actually gave me her phone to put my number in, which she called me on the spot, so I made up some phone convo about a stalker chick hitting on me.

I love talking to bi chicks, because most I meet are just looking for a threesome. She wasn't hard to play off of ("I love pussy too!") So we started talking about sex, and before I knew it, she wanted my number. I had to play the same game ("You just want to fuck don't you?") and she had this shit eating grin on her face and answered "kinda".

I came across a girl who at a previous night was acting as a bitch shield for one of her friends. I approached her, and called her out. Then something unexpected happened.
She laughed, and invited me to have a seat. We talked for a while, and exchanged banter. I didn't get her number, but I was glad that I was able to finally face that monster.