We lean against the bar and look out at the lounge. Pulsating trance beats the walls; pulsating lights beat our eyes. I pour my Jack & Coke down my throat and feel it burn my pores. It's strong. I smile.

Dimly lit faces pass us by. Someone flashes a grin and does a double take at my friend. I don't blame him. My friend is wearing a pretty low-cut, tight outfit tonight.

"Mmm. Look at her," she motions towards the middle of the room. It is a slender girl with long hair and a short skirt. "Would you do her?"

I look at the girl's bright smile and cheerful eyes. I note her toned bare midriff and long, tan legs.

"Yea. Would you?"

She eyes the girl up and down and licks her lips. "Yea."

I regard my friend and look back at the lounge. The slender girl is talking to a female friend. The friend is twirling a strand of her with her finger. She looks toward us and makes eye contact. Quickly, she glances away.

"Her friend knows we're checking them out," I say. My friend takes a sip and nods. "Maybe I'll go make my move now."

She glares at me. Her eyes tell me, I saw her first.

"Okay, fine. She's all yours." We return our eyes to the middle of the lounge. "So, do you need a wingman?" I smirk.

She glares at me again. "Hardly. You'd slow me down." She places her drink on the bar and slinks away, towards the two girls.

I lean back and smile. Ah, it's great to be in San Francisco.

. . .

Have you ever checked someone out in a lounge?