We'd been sitting in this karaoke bar for all of fifteen minutes. Half of the guys at the table had been staring at the same two girls for fourteen out of fifteen of those minutes. The other half of them were busy chugging down as much beer as they possibly could as quickly as possible. Today was Julian's birthday, and the guy apparently had a healthy, amorous relationship with karaoke. Go figure. I didn’t even bother looking in the direction of the two women because I'd checked them out ten minutes ago. In skirts that showed more ass than my underwear do, and with shirts that plunged so deep I'm surprised nipples weren't laser beaming all over the place, I was completely uninterested. If I wanted to look at boobs, I’d look at Lucy and Ethel in the mirror. "Like a prostitute?" I asked him, taking a sip of water. Mason leaned into me from his spot on my right and nodded. "Ye-ah," he pretty much hissed it out with way too much enthusiasm.
