Honestly I don't know if this belongs here, but I do have a specific question about a specific scenario. It's kind of a field report but also a question at the end. So feel free to delete if I'm fucking up

Recovering beta, 6 months on the redpill. Big baby steps that might help someone around my level. At a smaller bar, more of a pub feel. Relaxed, quiet music, slow business. Myself, tall lightskinnd, and my boy Shabby, average height, darkskinnd.

We get there, three girls Thiccy (HB6), Bitch (HB6), Miss Saigon (HB8), sitting a little away. We haven't had anything to drink, and have little approach experience. Shabby convinces me to go with him and we sit, I immediately notice their orbiter is someone I used to work with so I chat it up with him.

Meanwhile, Shabby talks up Thiccy. I get caught in a long winded talk about his study abroad, but excuse myself while orbiter rants about how great sweden is or something.

Thiccy reengages with the other two, so Shabby, myself, and a mutual friend shoot the shit for a minute. Shabby introduces me to Thiccy, talk to her for a moment but she's a bit out of my weight class (we all have our preferences).

Engage all three girls in a favored convo of mine. "Gun to your head, how many hot wheels can you fit in your ass?" I know, autistic af, but I'm handsome and my DGAF is strong with this question. Plus it always gets girls talking and easily becomes sexual if I want it to.

Miss Saigon immediately says 4 (good girl), but Bitch doesn't like playing someone elses game. Rants on about the internal damage they would do, yadda yadda. Says it's a bad question and I'm terrible at this. I just smile on and ask for her answer (but I think I fucked up this shittest) I cut her off and say she'd rather take the bullet. The rest of the group says 1. I bring out a joking 8, Miss Saigon says she likes my answer.

Here's my first mistake, I think: I'm here for Miss Saigon, but Bitch is grilling me (and throwing a lot of misplaced annoyance at orbiter when I don't react). But I'm so focused on shit tests that I'm afraid Miss Saigon's positive demeanor means she's not interested.

After Bitch shoots down my answer of 8, Miss Saigon says she likes it. I respond "don't be nice to me" to Saigon. Which she's taken aback by, but I immediately smile wide. Seems to assure her I was joking. But I think it set a weird mood between us (and might've been a frame crack). Anyway, after that convo trailed off, I motioned for Bitch to give a conversation starting question.

Bitch takes the rope I give her and ties a noose with it; asking a pseudo-intellectual question that takes a five minute explanation. Boils down to: go on a flight to eternal paradise but 50% chance you die on the plane, or stay in normal mundane life forever. I respond a brief, Stoic: we're defined by our struggle, I wouldn't go to paradise. Itd bore me to death. (I found Aurelius's Meditations before redpill and I'm pretty happy with my response) this gets her off my case for a while as the next answerer gives a long winded answer and I start talking to Miss Saigon.

Point out she must be an engineering major because she combined both of her straws into one massive straw. She giggles and takes them apart. But current answerer gets mad that I'm talking through him. And makes an issue out of it. I just smile and listen (I should have hopped seats to be closer to Siagon).

Bitch starts complaining that she wants fruit snacks. They let us know they're heading to a different bar in town. We say we may see them there. On the way out, ask their names. Get them, but Bitch threatens to dump her drink on me completely unprompted. I just smirk a little.

They leave and Shabby, myself, and Cal (Lebanese, shorter than me but still tall af) grab a few more seats and shoot the shit for 45 min. Head to new bar. Once there, Cal buys a round of beers and liquid courage starts to kick in. We find our girls on the dance floor and have a good time.

Not much talking happening because loud music. Make eye contact and dance with Siagon a few times but never increase kino much (I've got 0 dance kino experience).

Cal goes out for a smoke and Shabby hits the bathroom so I wander around and see if there's anyone else here.

We reconvene, dance some more. Some goofy kid tries to dance on Saigon. Shes visibly backing away so I (probably beta move) cut in until he leaves. He dances on me for a sec, I return the favor in fun joking way that says no harm done. Siagon dances with some other dork, but I have to piss so I head out. When I get back, shes back with her girls. Bitch returns and gives me doll eyes while we dance. Trying to get me to approach her. But I play it cool and pass her off to Shabby. She grinds on him and I go make a few comments teasing and disqualifying Saigon "I dont know if I can hang with someone that can't put their phone down. You sure you aren't a cop, all that scanning the crowd?"

Bitch invites us to go to her place for pancakes and beer. We agree. Shabby and I talk to the girls near the door. I get Saigon's snap get in another tease, "What's wrong, freckles, past your bedtime." She smiles, looks at her watch and agrees. Shabby talks up Bitch. Seems to go well for him.

Bitch's apartment is nearby. They walk. We have a car so we chill by it and shoot the shit some more. Thiccy left a while ago to go to her bfs place. We have a laugh cuz she was dancing on everyone. I make my intentions with Miss Saigon clear. Shabby says he's aiming for Bitch. Cal is older and a little over it. Has enough plate to not give a fuck but gives solid advice and we talk for a while.

We drive over. Head inside and its lame af. One roommate has work in the morning so no music and we need to stay quiet. Only furniture is bar and barstools. I go sit next to Saigon and across the counter from Bitch who's cleaning a pan to make pancakes.

Convo starts slow, I alternate between Saigon and Bitch, though as it picks up I zero in have Saigon. She's laughing and talking in japanese. I respond "Honda. Toyota." Point to Shabby "kawaii." She explains the difference between kawai and Kauai, but I cut her off and point to myself, look her in the eye and say "Hentai" she dies at this (for those of you that don't know, Hentai means pervert. Probably not my best move but I also found it funny. And fuck it it feeds my DGAF attitude).

At this point, Saigon starts talking to the other two and glancing at me so I start poking at Bitch. She's too tired, or I successfully passed enough shit tests because she's docile and slower on the reply. Still giving me doll eyes every now and then.

Some more conversation, and Cal goes out for a smoke. Shabby looks tired, but myself and Saigon are still high energy.

Here's my fatal flaw of the night. I ask her to go get tea with me next week. But, beta whisper took over so she didn't hear. I repeat louder and cocky (like it's a given) and she's evasive. But still joking around with me.

I tell her she needs to quit hitting on me. She laughs really hard and says "you're funny." And repeats it in a tone that was meant to demean me. I just smiled, and agree "I am." A few more remarks on the night. Tell her we should get tea one more time. She breaks eye contact and says, "We should all get tea." At this point I've established some shoulder touching. I pass behind her and let my hand linger on her, I smile, grab Shabby, and say goodnight to the girls ( we were getting ready to leave anyway)

My kino was weak af, I didn't disqualify much, and at the end I was definately too needy trying to set up a date. And I was thrown off by how the objectively hottest girl in the group showed little to no resistence until the end. I think that means I need to come on much stronger much sooner. Had she been giving me that all night I could've worked with it. But her pleasant indifference was tough to crack until the apartment.

I led conversations well, I think I passed every shit test, and I isolated Saigon in conversation a few times to positive emotional spikes. Even passed her final shit test.

Overall, for my journey, the night was a major success. Talked to a group of girls, danced, shot the shit with my boys, and went back to an apartment. Things that I'd never have done in my bluepill days.

Is it worth trying to get that date with Miss Saigon? She'd be a my hottest plate yet and one-on-one she wouldn't stand a chance. But how do I set the right frame with her after that blunder? Think it's possible?