DECLAN'S POV
Dimitri and I got lost around twenty times while we struggled to locate the bonfire Imogen mentioned the witches were having. Dimitri thought it would be an excellent place to pick up some p***y.
After several hours, we eventually found it. The moon was high in the sky.
"Ok, young bloke. You're going to march over there and propose one of those lovely ladies to go on a little stroll with you." Dimitri gestured to the group of girls; four witches and two humans, to be exact. "You have got this. Remember what I told you; be open, yet mysterious. Be funny without appearing as a clown and always compliment the ladies," Dimitri massaged my shoulders to boost my confidence.
"Ok. Open... Funny and compliments," I repeated.
"This is it, Pup. Time to get that d**k of yours suck
