Chapter 34：Wingman law (1/2)
”We're switching to Plan B,” Antonio declared.
”Plan B?” Ben asked.
”You're not ready to run groups solo, but it's no big deal. We'll just run groups together then. That's Plan B. With the two of us, the way to defuse the obstacle will become simple—one of us will occupy her. That's the purpose of a wingman!”
Ben agreed. ”I'll take the wingman's oath.”
Antonio continued. ”It'll work like this. I'll open a set while you ninja where they can't see you...Once I'm stuck in, I'll call you over to join us. Then you come in like a sexual shuriken...I'll be standing closer to my target, so you'll know who I'm going for. Then you'll focus on occupying the other chick. That way, each of us will get one, and in effect, there'll be no obstacle.”
Ben's eyes beamed. ”Brilliant plan!”
Antonio showed a proud smile. Then they got to work seeking a good two-set. Antonio signaled Ben that he found one, before going in and opening two girls ordering drinks at the bar.
Ben waited by the DJ booth watching Antonio do his thing. From his angle, Ben couldn't see the two girls well, but he trusted that Antonio's judgment wouldn't be too bad. A few minutes later, Antonio signaled him with a wave, and Ben walked over to join the group.
Ben smiled as the distance shortened, preparing to engage the spare girl Antonio wasn't working on. 'He said his target would be the one he was closer to.' Ben looked at the girl closer to Antonio and nodded his head when he saw she was hot. Then he looked at the other one and…he froze mid-step. His face fell at terminal velocity.
This girl…she was probably a sweet girl, like mom's cherry pie, the fourth of July, SHE WAS A WHALE!
…
Ben didn't enjoy fat shaming people. He himself was fat not too long ago, but that was not his type. He could sacrifice for the team, but he wouldn't dive onto a meat grenade!
Out of nowhere, an abrupt change to the music echoed throughout the venue, distracting Ben. A new dance remix came on.
”There's such a difference betweeeeeeen us
And a milliooon miles
Hello from the other sideeeee!”
The flame of Ben's predicament grew as Adele projectile vomited gasoline onto it...
This was the perfect soundtrack to Ben's impending doom.
He turned around to glance at the DJ booth and discovered the DJ staring straight into his eyes…like this bastard had been watching everything all along from his higher podium, and picked this song just for him…
Then, the DJ said something to Ben.
Ben couldn't hear it, but reading his lips, he understood what he said: ”F*ck…you…”
…
Ben gave him the middle finger…
The DJ gave him the middle finger back…