My Milf System

"Some gentleman you are! Haha!" Adrian laughed hard as Derrick returned to us, shoulders slumped, after getting rejected.

Derrick groaned. "If you weren’t a bunch of morons, that girl would’ve agreed to come to the mixer!!!!"

"I mean... maybe you’re right," I said, shrugging, "but did you really have to compare her to a goat? Of all things?"

He dropped into a chair with a defeated sigh, pride in shambles. "Okay, maybe I went a little overboard..."

I ruffled his hair. "No worries. We’ve still got three days left before the weekend—plenty of time to salvage this."

"Mmph... amateurs," Brian scoffed with folded arms.

I rolled my eyes. "Dude, you might’ve convinced a girl to come, but didn’t you promise her food? Do you even have the money to pay for it?"

Brian’s eyes widened. "Wait... what? I thought you guys had that part covered!"

I groaned and turned to the others. "Do we even have a place where we’re doing this mixer thing?"

Derrick shrugged. "Figured it’d be at your place, obviously!"

I frowned. "Why!?"