(First FR, quite lenghty)

Being the last week before everyone leaves Uni for the summer, a friend and I decided to go out and grab a few beers this wednesday. In the end, we had more than a few beers.

We get in, order the first round, I say hi to one of the bartenders, who I have had (and still might be having) a case of one-itis on. (She was the reason we picked this place to go to). After a few words me and my friend start talking with our backs against the bar, since we couldn't find any seats. Another round, then shots, still just my friend and I having fun, we get a third round and notice there are seats at a table, we seize the opportunity and take our seats. Turns out we're sitting next to some friends of the previously mentioned bartender, who I have gotten to know as well. We talk about nothing in particular, laugh and smile a lot, when thye go for a smoke my friend says he's going to "go for" one of them, we switch seats so that he's sitting next to her. They come back, we all have shots, more beer, then the girls tell us we should come dance, so we go dance. More shots.

So the girls ask us to come with them when they go to have a smoke, we join them. When we get out, my friend and "his" girl have taken a seat, her friend is gone. I look around for a familiar face and notice a guy I've met before talking to a girl and from what I'm catching of the conversation they're talking about how hard it is for guys to pick up women, whereas girls can just... "Get picked up". I join in with something along the lines of "Yeah, I mean, I'd have a hard time trying to hook up with [The guy] here, even if we both wanted to".

The three of us talk for a bit, the guy leaves, turns out the girl studies English, which I speak very well. She tries to show off with her british English and we end up talking in English instead. She mentions my British English isn't as good as it could be because I use american "R"'s, I throw her off completely by switching to American English mid-sentence, making her stumble on her words and having to put an effort into maintaining her accent. She asks if I want to do shots, I respond with "Yeah, I just have to go find my friend" and leave her alone as I go inside. I look for my friend, we talk for a bit, the girl comes up to me; "Hey, you promised we'd do shots!" So we have jaeger and go dancing - Eye contact - Makeout.

Two things cross my mind - 1. How the fuck did this happen. 2. What about [The bartender]? I decide to fuck it and just go with it. More dancing, more makeout. When the place closes, she aks where I'm going, I tell her I'm not sure, she says she's going home and that she lives close. I ask if she wants me to come with her, she nods, I tell her I'll wait outside and leans away from her when she tries to kiss me. She gives me a "Oh no you didn't" look, I smirk and go to wait outside.

I wait outside, as the girl comes up to me I catch the eye of the Bartender just before we leave. The girl and I leave, she has a smoke, we get to hers. F-close.

The next morning (I went home) I notice I have a text from the bartender complementing my skills as a "Player". (She hadn't texted me for a while before that).

TL;DR - Went out to have a few beers, didn't care about the outcome, F-close.