Tropical Pineapple Margarita: Part three
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The guard at the entrance led us inside the club, the most elegant I've been to, and a group of about twenty people sitting by a long table welcomed us.
"Elite Singles Retreat?" Dad took a read at the posters plastered everywhere and gave me a very confused stare.
So yes, I tricked my ole man into being my date to a singles party, which is not PG 13 by any means. I lied to him and made him believe we're just going to play a few games, watch some stunts and live musical performances, so of course I have to pretend I don't know anything and do it very well.
"There was nothing about this being a singles party on the website, I'm shocked as well." I directed dad over to the bar and told the bar tender to give us a few m
