"Commencing In-Flirtation Mission."

Part II - At Ground Zero

The inside of the bar was warm, and cozily lit. It was quite full, but not crowded. Immediately, Dave began scouting for a suitable target. "Calm down, you're making it too obvious!" Hal frantically hissed, already embarrassed.
"Women don't mind if I stare at them, Hal," the legendary ladies' man was grinning his ears off as his eyes roved. He was in his habitat. His companion totally wasn't.

All of a sudden, the teacher strode towards the bar stools. Hal followed with unsure steps. Only one was empty, though, and the people seated on the rest were all men.
"Let me demonstrate..." Dave whispered, and nodded at the bartender: a short brunette very clearly only in her mid-twenties. She was busy with the cash register some distance away.
Hal whacked his friend's back. "With her??? She looks so young!" keeping his voice down with difficulty.
"Age is just a numbe- I'm joking, Hal... it's just a demo. Like those tutorials you used to be so fond of giving me."
Hal only sighed in reply to that.

Dave tapped a long finger on the counter, and looked in front of him at the tall rack of shiny alcohol bottles. Hal cowered behind him, determined not to be involved.

The woman looked at him, and immediately slammed the register shut, almost too hard. She practically ran over.
"What would you like tonight, s-sir?" She had a coy grin.
"You." The hero past his 70s spoke with confidence and his worn voice, and winked.
The woman nearly swooned and collapsed.
David nodded at her. "I prefer my drinks on the rocks. No additives. The experience of... purity." He got a squeaky affirmative response.

He turned around and nodded at Hal next, who was watching in both cringe and awe. "Unbelievable..." he shakily whispered. "I hope you're... satisfied," the victorious man cheekily replied.

"Now, to business."
"Wait- no! I don't think I can!!"
But Dave wasn't listening. He got up, and practically dragged a wriggly Hal by the arm towards the tables.

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They were lucky to find a table for two, near the centre of the room. David tapped at Hal's knuckle. "Anyone you're interested in?"
His "pupil" had steamy glasses, but he was nodding, to David's great relief. "Who is it?"
Hal subtly cocked his head towards a person sitting two tables to the left, all alone.
Dave gasped. "As expected..."

It was clear that she was quite tall and slim. Her hair was raven in shade, long and straight.
Her features... She almost looked like Naomi Hunter.

"Now what, Dave??" Hal nervously whispered.
His friend was internally quite annoyed, but he decided to cooperate. "Approach with caution. She looks stern... like she'd smack your face if you so much as touched he- kidding..." David couldn't help but smirk at how jittery Hal was getting.

"I think we might have to move in a little closer." he continued.

They looked at the table in between them. A young couple who were clearly on a date. Dave couldn't help but look down; yep, the woman was tracing her foot up the man's calf. The plates and glasses on their table were empty. "They're going to leave soon," Dave commented. And, sure enough, after five minutes of staring into each others' eyes, they decided to get up.
Both our heroes sighed with relief, and shifted to the new table.

The woman was now just next to them now. She didn't look up; seemed quite absorbed in her thoughts.

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