HB9 Elisha Cuthbert look alike at the strip club tending bar. My buddy and I tend to hit the bar first unless his regular is working (he's married, lives vicariously through me) just to cool off and not feel like were chum in the water as soon as we walk in the door. HB9 is complaining about how slow it is and keeps coming up to us and chatting. Normally, bartenders (especially at a club) are off limits or just to engage in a little no-expectations flirting to loosen up. She starts talking about a footballer on the TV (Ronaldo), how sexy he is. Shit tests as far as I'm concerned. So I tell her Ronaldo only dates 6 foot tall supermodels from Italy (I have no idea if this is true). She tries to laugh it off but definitely looks like she's down to my level now, bartenders having a near impenetrable wall most of the time. We talk about the places we like to hang out and her section of town. I tell her I never go that way but would go if I had a guide. She seems very agreeable to this so I whip my phone out and she puts her number in. My friend looks at me with wide eyes, "Simple as that? You fucker." Yeah, simple as that. The guys sitting next to us at the bar look like they just saw Jesus walk on water. If they only knew how simple this shit can be. I text her phone with but kind of kick myself for not reminding her to expect to hang out this weekend. My message didn't require an answer so I don't even know if that was a fake number but I'm in there enough that she probably would not. Anyway, from what she described, she has a large group of girlfriends she's always out with. Should I bring a wing or two to help out? I'm not sure I'm at the point where I can handle a large group of females I've never met with my eyes on just one. Tips?