He felt like a human who had just won the megabucks as he saved her number in his phone and she saved his in hers. He stood then and dipped his head. "See you then," he said before stepping from the bar with his drink and walking back to the table where Qhuinn had a shit eating grin on his face.<br/><br/>"What?" Ravage asked, feigning innocence.<br/><br/>"I saw that. You exchanged numbers. I take it she isn't scared of you anymore, huh?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.<br/><br/>"No. We're okay. I'm taking her out on Thursday."<br/><br/>"You mean in, don't ya?" the male asked with a chuckle.<br/><br/>Blay rolled his eyes. "What my hellren is trying to ask," he shook his head, "dinner and getting to know each other?"<br/><br/>Qhuinn scoffed and acted offended. "Getting to know each other? You aren't any better."<br/><br/>He pushed at Qhuinn's shoulder. "Why does everything have to be sex with you?"<br/><br/>Qhuinn began moving forward and Blay batted at him with his hands, not really making a difference. "Only because you do it so well," he practically purred.<br/><br/>Blay jumped in his chair and Ravage had a good idea that the arm of Qhuinn's he saw move was now in the vicinity of Blay's lap. "Okay, um, I think we should go home. You two definitely need to. Lock yourselves away for the rest of the night," he said, shaking his own head.<br/><br/>"I think Ravage is right. You won the bet after all and I need to pay up," Qhuinn said, his voice getting husky. But the words caught Ravage's attention.<br/><br/>"You bet on me?"<br/><br/>Blay looked at him. "He said you wouldn't be able to seal the deal with her. I said you were a gentleman and would be able to ask her out. And as always, I'm the smarter one."<br/><br/>Qhuinn was now leaning close and whispering in Blay's ear and as a redhead, the man couldn't keep the blush from darkening his cheeks.<br/><br/>"And on that note, we are outta here," he said, standing. He adjusted his pants and grabbed Qhuinn by the shirt and pulled him up and after him.<br/><br/>Ravage shook his head and dropped a fifty for the waitress before heading out after him. He looked back over his shoulder one more time to see her. At the moment, she was helping a customer, but when she turned, the light hit her just right. Dear Scribe Virgin, she was gorgeous.<br/><br/>When she looked up, he waved before stepping out of the VIP area after the other two.