Last night after running some text game on this HB7 pLTR I went out to sarge night game with Closer. An accurate name, this guy can game.
On the way there we chat/talk theories/strategies/styles/closes, etc. Decide we'll land at the bar when we first arrive.
He opens the bar tender like a pro, but I'm dangerously out of state. I look around the room, and it's so packed I can't tell what's a two set and what's an eight set. Every set I glance at looks away quickly, I'm calibrated for college game and this is a different beast.
Feeling overwhelmed I take a stroll around the complex (several themed rooms) and it doesn't help, I'm feeling major aa, so I head to the bathroom to hide and catch my breath (this is the second time I've done this in night game). After the lull of the bathroom sink I resolve open the next set I see, I step out into the crowd and chicken out again, finally moving into a seat in a darker quieter corner of the emptiest room I could find and a small band playing.
I start thinking I might not be cut out for night game... thinking of some way I might be able to hide for a few hours, maybe I'll just wing Closer... I start thinking that the chick in the mixed three set at the bar looks bored... I start thinking the drummer looks a lot like the guy from motley crew...
I lean into the bar and order a beer, then I tap one guy on the shoulder while looking at the other "Hey, this guy on the drums, is it just me or does he look like the dude from motley crew"
Whole Set: "Lol, yeah kinda"
Me: "The really old one with the leathery skin that looks like my grandmothers' purse. I kinda want to mention it to him but some people don't know how to take a compliment..."
I roll off, figure I'll reopen the set on my next round. Until then I open a HB6/HB8 two set with my "no hetero" opener, I even get the male bar tender involved. I roll off again figuring I'll reopen with "I was trying to describe your eyes to my buddy - Persian?" later. Until then I head outside and take a seat to enjoy the band, pre-opening a two set with a creeper latched on.
I'm turned away and after a few minutes they open me to escape the creeper who bought them a drink. I'm now in state, my frame is solid. I take a seat with them, sitting down just as I deliver the punchline. Fluff with them for a while and quickly box the guy out. He stands up to leave and tries to dlv me as he goes, but no one can hear him over the band, especially since I'm leaning back and they're leaning in to me.
A few minutes in Closer shows up across the room and I wave him over to join the set. We hit our stride instantly, pitching the focus back and forth like tennis game, swaping targets without missing a beat several times. We did a few take-aways to go for the bar, we hung with the band guys (one of the girls was dating the drummer) and focused on winging more so than working the room (that's next time).
By the end of the night Closer has the girl with the bf drummer touching him on the leg and sh2t while her single friend is sitting on my lap talking to this Persian guy who came over.
...Oh did I mention, I was hitting on some Persian guys across the bar because she gave me a "you're gay" sh1t test for wearing a necklace and that's what happens when that happens.