Pad pulled up to the parking lot and shook his head. Of all the places, Chaz and RJ would get drunk for RJ’s bachelor party. The hideous brown and orange colors of the building made it stand out from Semoran Boulevard. Anyone traveling to and from the airport couldn’t miss its sign. He walked up to the door, and a hostess opened the door. He couldn’t help but see that she had a very bountiful décolleté, which was barely contained in the tight T-shirt. Her orange shorts sat high on her thigh.
“Welcome to Hooters!” she said. She had a smile in her voice. “Party of one?”
Pad shook his head. “I’m actually looking for two or three other guys. Can I look around?”
“Sure,” she said. She showcased her perfect smile as she motioned for him to look around.
It didn’t take long for Pad to see the t
