I got back just now, at 6:30 AM. Tonight was really awesome, until it got pretty fucked up. This is long, but I hope not boring.

I decided today it was time to up my fashion game. I'm not sure if it was quite peacocking, but it was something. Stylish jeans, white button down shirt (a really nice, textured one), brightly colored argyle sweater vest, and a charcoal pinstriped sportcoat. Oh, and boot-ish black shoes with thick heels that add 1.5 inches to my height. It was a little flashy but not gaudy, and I thought it made me among the best dressed wherever I went. This has certain advantages. It's an extra confidence bump to feel like you look good, it seemed to attract positive attention from girls, and it was a conversation topic as well. Also, a sportcoat enables some good dance moves.

I start at the same bar that I've been going to for the past couple times, and open a bunch of sets. The first set is two obvious AFCs, so I open them with, "I'm gonna talk to you guys to warm up for talking to girls." They're down. I have a drink and then then move on to some 3- and 4-sets of girls on the dance floor. When asked what I do, I say "I flip burgers", and they mostly think this is really funny. One laughs hard for a really long time, and then won't talk to me after that, which is odd. A few times I get "I don't believe you" and pointing to my pinstripes. I respond with "I'm compensating" or "I'm really, really good at it." Both of these go over well. (I might not go with "I flip burgers" again, though, because it seems demeaning to entry-level workers, and I'm pc as all fuck.)

Despite the attention, no one is really biting, and I'm not all that interested in the people I'm meeting. I decide to leave and go around the corner to a bar that I haven't been to but heard good things about.

And good it is. It has a cover, and I think that's a big part of what makes it better. As soon as I get in the door two fairly cute girls (HB6s, maybe) start dancing at me. I dance past them and make my way toward the back of the room. As I reach the end of the bar, I hear one girl trying to get the attention of an HB7.5 ("M"), who is facing away from both of us, up at the bar. As the other girl leaves, I shout "M!" and M turns around startled at hearing her name. I say, "Your friend is trying to get your attention." She sizes me up and we chat briefly. She points out a couple going at it against the wall and expresses disapproval. I ignore this, but I sense it's a good sign. Then she hands me her drink and heads after the friend. I put the drink down immediately and go up to the bar, thinking about getting another drink for myself. In a moment, M's back next to me on my right and wants to buy me a drink, after I just discarded hers. It's starting to dawn on me that M is picking me up. Then, an HB6 ("R") appears at my left, sort of scooting toward me, so I open her, and she wants to buy me a drink too. I let R buy me a beer (PBR to offset the pinstripes, I tell her), tell M "Another girl just bought me a drink, but you might get a chance later", and go off and talk with R for a while. She tells me my vest is nerdy, so I say "Hell yeah. I love some argyle." (Agree and amplify.) I kind of like her, and should have got the #, but I wanted to go after M at this point.

Around then, M, her friend ("Evil Roommate"), and a third roommate ("3") reappear. M wants to talk to me, and Evil Roommate is acting strangely. 3 doesn't say much, other than to inform me at various points (including this point) that Evil Roommate really doesn't like me one bit. M and I are talking and both escalating physical contact quickly, but it's too difficult to hear each other over the music, so I say, "Fuck this noise. Let's dance." M grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Grinding ensues, I take one hand to lead her through an outside turn (my only partner move), and then kiss her as she comes back around. Evil Roommate flips me off, holding it for a long time. Dance/makeout continues for a bit, and then M says she needs to go away for a minute. I say, "You've got 60 seconds." She leaves, and so do I. I open a couple more sets, including a mousy girl in the corner who is probably an HB4 to you but an 8 to me.

Eventually, M finds me again and we dance more. Evil Roommate glares; she'd be an HB7 at least if it weren't for those crazy eyes. I isolate M (or M isolates me, hard to tell), and she says to ignore Evil Roommate. Then she's ready to try to buy me a drink again. As we head toward the bar, I tell her that I can't have any more because I need to drive home (true). She says, "You won't be going home." We talk about where she lives, which is nearby. We get the drinks and drink them, and then go make-out/grope against the wall in the same spot where the other couple had been earlier, until the bartender comes over and tells us to cut it out. We head back to the bar because she wants to grab some ice water, and then while she's drinking it Evil Roommate approaches with M's coat and puts it on her. Before I know what's happening, Evil Roommate has grabbed M and is pulling her out of the bar, and M is pulling me out. Almost as soon as we're outside, I have a bouncer in my face, very aggressive, saying, "That's my sister, leave her alone." (I assume that the "sister" thing is not true but a way to convince unruly guys that he means business.) I say that we had been making out and she's trying to take me home. I'm really confused, because he says that I need to stop harassing the girl and leave. He gets very close to me, almost but not quite touching, and I say something like "You aren't going to assault me on a public sidewalk" and stand my ground. As Evil Roommate and 3 drag M away (seriously), I finally figure out, from talking to the bouncer, that the girl I was supposedly harassing was Evil Roommate. She set the bouncer after me to "save" her friend, but I don't think M felt all that saved.

Whoa.

The bar is closing now, so I mill around a bit outside, keeping my distance from the entrance. Some girls are shouting at passing cars, so I approach them, talk with one a bit, and bc-close (business card!) her friend. They hail a cab, and the crowd is dispersing more generally. So, I guess I'm going to have to sit in my car a few hours to sober up. I'm about to get in, when I notice three friendly-looking guys on the sidewalk right there, one of them smoking a cigarette. I ask, "Would you like to smoke something better?" Ears perk up all around, so I grab my stash out of the car and we head back to an apartment, where we get pretty high, make popcorn, and shoot the shit along with their engaged HB7 roommate for a few hours. We might go out together tonight; I'd like to go back to the second bar, so I'm really hoping the bouncer doesn't recognize me or doesn't care, because at no point did he believe me that I wasn't causing trouble. Thus ends the story of how I sat in my new friends' apartment sobering up until 6 AM.

TL;DR: hot girl picks me up, gets vag-blocked by Evil Roommate and bouncer.