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“With a date.”

“What?”

I look at him confused and he just smirks that stupid smirk I used to hate.

“Preston what the fuck does that mean?”

“It means, that place is a stronghold. The only way in, is if you work there, or are going to a bedroom there.”

Oh. Well, I’d already mentally prepared for the possibility of flirting my way in. But he had opened up another one.

“Do you know anyone who works there and doesn’t hate you?”

He looked offended but responded.

“Yeah, I know a girl.”

“Would she help us?”

“I mean, we aren’t close. More like booty call buddies.”

“That’s perfect!” I shout out and I can tell that amuses him.

“Thanks, I’m pretty happy about it too, she is great.”

“No not that part, but you could call her! And if she is here, with you, not in my bed, but here and she needs to take off say, her uniform, then I could borrow it.”

“There are so many ways that is messed up.”

“Oh please, help me. The hardest thing you have to do is screw a girl you regularly screw.”

Again, that same o