Wait.
So you want a pull on the drunk "birds" is it?
Let's start with sobre, yeah, or at least not with "alcohol has flooded a woman's body"?
(Btw, no idea what you mean about 23 yr old and the 19 yr old).
*Head bouncing to loud music thumping, mugs in hand, girl in your one-night-stand dreams standing next to you, texting. Your hand's in pocket, you look around and then slide over to her. She doesn't notice, so you say...:
"Oi!"
*She keeps texting. So you poke her. She looks at you like this:
. You say: "All right?
"
She's like, "That's good
" *Goes back to texting...about you, probably. You yell over the music, "What kinda drink is that?" *She tells you. "Nice!" you say. "You seem to be running out, fancy more?" *She's like..."Yeah...sure! Cheers!" (hopefully lol). *
You tell her to come with you so she doesn't disappear Now you two are at the bar or table or wherever, and she's stopped texting and is awkwardly smiling at you, and you keenly at her.* "I'm (I don't know) Max (lol)."
She says, "Yeah I know; I'm Cheryl
(
). "You're mates with Simon and Kieran, right?"
*You say, "Yeah, those pricks." *She laughs* You say, "What a nice laugh, you're gonna have to keep shining me that smile more often, love *take a swig
* Lol, *she smiles*
Now remember you're trying to pull, so be persistent. "Maybe I can help you with that," you add.
*She says, "Help me with what?
"
*You say, "Putting that smile on your face." *Then you lean in and she's like
waiting for you to talk: "I hear some women laugh during sex."
She slowly pulls back and
"Cheers for the drinks, mate. Now **** off." *She takes her last swig, finishes her drink, and storms off.
Your mates laugh, you call after her: "Oh, come on, darlin! We were just getting to know each other! I was only playing! Cheryl, baby! Don't hurt me, love! Come 'ere!" Bartender tells you to quit while you're ahead.
Moral of the story: stop tryna pull drunk chicks and just let it happen naturally