Catching Avery

Chapter 4

Gluttony: Because who in the hell stopped at only one drink? Weirdos, that's who.

Avery~

Two buckets of beers and three tequila shots later, my buzz was going full force. After our second shot, we'd ended up dancing to a couple of songs, and the DJ was good as far as DJs went. He played a perfect mix of dance music and didn't slow anything down. For the kind of night that Quinn, Izzy, and I had planned for ourselves, slow music would not do. It was also creeping up on eleven o'clock, so we needed to make a move soon.

We had just downed our fourth shot of the night when Quinn started kicking things off. "Okay, ladies, the night is a wasting away. We need to start stalking our prey."

She began looking around the club for who looked single and available. Quinn didn't have a particular type because she really did appreciate men as a species. She was also very casual in her dating life because she wasn't looking for a commitment. She was very set on the belief that if you didn't get serious, then you could never be left. She had abandonment issues stemming from the deaths of her parents. However, that was just my opinion.

Isabella was a little more serious about her dating life. She was more selective about who she dated because, while she wasn't looking for forever, she didn't appreciate games. She was always looking for a man that would just date her without any expectation of happily-ever-after. She was a commitmentphobe. Her mother had spent her whole life waiting for Izzy's dad to make an honest woman out of her, something that was never going to happen in this lifetime. Isabella once claimed that she would never be a slave to that kind of relationship, so-no commitment, no expectation.

As for me, one of my issues-because I had way more than just one-was that I had trust issues. My parents were still together, but my father had had an affair when I'd been fourteen. Now, while my parents had worked through those dark times, the affair had altered our family dynamic completely. I couldn't understand how such a great father, friend, and husband (up until that point) could make such a horrible decision. It had made me question everything. I mean, how was I supposed to be able to tell the bad guys from the good guys now? I couldn't, and that was a problem. It made it very difficult for me to be completely free with men. Quinn had been partially right earlier; Eric hadn't been the only one responsible for our failed relationship.

Maybe stranger-sex was the way to go.

"So, how does this work?" Isabella asked, looking around the club, same as Quinn. "We just walk up to them, then ask if they want to help us fulfill our fantasy of the night?"

I knew that I was borderline drunk when that approach appealed to me. "That strategy sounds just as good as any. Maybe we buy them a drink or something before bringing up the peanut butter."

Quinn put on her serious face. "We have to be smart about this if this is going to work-"

"Seriously?" I asked incredulously, interrupting her. "We boycotted smart choices back at Izzy's when we came up with this stupid plan."

Quinn waved my logic away. "By smart, I mean that we can't scare them off, and being that forward may give them second thoughts."

Iz lifted one perfectly arched left brow. "You're seriously going to tell me that if a man had a fairly decent-looking female approach him and ask him to make all her fantasies come true, he would balk?"

"All?" I asked a might bit confused. "I thought we were rationing out our fantasies and limiting tonight to just one." I was pretty sure that I was going to need another shot for this. Asking for more than one fantasy fulfillment a night seemed a bit gluttonous.