I thought 'fuck it' and went into a 3 set, a 6, a 9, and an 8.5
Me: Are you guys gonna stand in your little circle all night or are you actually gonna get out and socialize?
HB's: [they ignore me, the 9 looks straight at me, then turns to the side and blows out smoke]
Me: Well, I can see you guys aren't much for conversation, so I'm not gonna bother asking your names. [turning to the 6, the 9, then the 8.5] I'll call you number 1, you number 2, and you number 3. Number 1, will you tell me why number 2 is unable to speak? (I think MTL_PUA came up with this)
Right then the 9 turns to me, smiles and says "We're not numbers, my name is HB9, what's yours?"
BAM! Bitch shields destroyed. From there I fluff and continue negging the 8 and the 9, they are very friendly all of a sudden. From there on, my convo skills faded, and the approach became a bust. However, this was my first time actually cracking the super-bitches, and I was really proud even though I didn't close.
4Running, whose balls just got a little bigger