And now, not a poll. But a pole.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” laughed Marlie.

“I know,” I said and rolled my eyes. “It’s totally ridiculous.”

“I hope it will be fun.”

“Of course it will be fun.” I peered into the candlelit bar. “We’re here together. We’ll have fun no matter what.”

“Well, if nothing else, it will be interesting,” she mused.

“Indeed,” I said. I looked at her and took a deep breath. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

I pulled open the door.

As we waited in line to check in, I spotted a poster announcing the event for the night. “Oh my god, I have to get a picture of this.”

Marlie laughed.

I pulled out my phone and took a quick shot.

It came out a little dark, you could barely make out the images of the two strapping men flanking the sides, but the wording was clear:

“Welcome to the ‘Fireman Single’s Party!'”

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