It being Friday night and the local bar scene being only a couple blocks away, my friend and I decided to go out for a few drinks. We ended up meeting this random girl on the way who was walking by herself in the same direction. A little small talk led to the three of us hanging out the entire night. My friend seemed kind of into her, so I was cool just being a wing man. But as the night went on, more and more evidence started pointing to the fact that this girl might not just be looking for a good time, she might actually be a professional. Her attempt to hook my friend up with a drug dealer lead to a premature end to the evening, so no proposition for sex was ever made. Unfortunately that means we'll never know for sure what her real agenda was. My friend kept on trying to defend her as a spoiled rich girl, who just wanted to party, but I like to think I knew better. So to make my case, I came up with this list of reasons why the girl we hung out with that night might have been a hooker.

It was nine o'clock on a Sunday morning. I couldn't move. My phone rang, but I didn't have the strength to answer it. I was hung over, hell I was probably still drunk, but I had made it home all right the night before. I was in my bed and everything was right with the world. I just needed to sleep off my hang over. I was able to finally force myself out of bed around five o'clock that night, but I had come to the realization during those eight hours of pain, that I didn't actually remember coming home the night before. But hey, whats the worst thing that could have happened? Then I looked down at the pile of clothes on the floor from the night before. They were soaking wet and covered in feathers.