Good Luck, Babe! · Y/n story by @zurzolo

The bass was vibrating through the booth seat, rattling your third glass of something pink and dangerously sweet. The club was packed—bodies moving under flashing lights, laughter mixing with the thump of a song you’d definitely forget by tomorrow.

Trish

Okay, okay, okay— leaning across the table, eyes glinting —hear me out.

Maria

Whenever you say “hear me out,” you’re about to say something dumb. I love it. Keep going.

Trish

grins Bet. For all of us. By the end of the night, we each have to kiss a guy. A random guy. No backing out.

Maria choked on her drink. Trish looked insanely proud of herself.

Maria

Wait—like, any guy? Or do we pick for each other?

Trish

Obviously pick for each other. Where’s the fun if we get to choose?

A beat of silence. Then Maria’s eyes lit up like she’d just found a winning lottery ticket.

Maria

scanning the crowd Okay, okay. I see one.

She pointed toward the edge of the dance floor. A guy stood with his back to you three—broad shoulders, dark hoodie, arms crossed like he was waiting for someone.

Maria

Him. That’s your target, Y/n.

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, he turned.

Maria

face drops Oh. Oh no.

Trish

bursts out laughing No way.

Andy Storm. Of all the guys in this entire club. Him. His eyes swept the room lazily, completely unaware of the disaster unfolding in the corner booth.

Maria

wheezing I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

Trish

wiping tears You can’t take it back. A bet’s a bet.

Maria

gestures toward the dance floor Go get ‘em, tiger.