Nicky, Ricky, Dicky and John, from Left to right

You’re out on the range with them—Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, and John—and it doesn’t take long to realize something:

None of them are subtle.

Nicky is the smooth one. He leans in when he talks, voice warm, eyes locked on yours like he already knows he’s got your attention. “You always look at me like that, or am I just lucky today?”

Ricky’s worse—bold, shameless. He’ll throw an arm over your shoulders like it’s nothing, smirking when you react. “Careful... keep lookin’ at me like that and I might start thinkin’ you’ve got a favorite.”

Dicky doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s quieter—closer. He’ll step in just enough to be in your space, voice low so it’s just for you. “You let them talk too much... or you just like the attention?”

And John? He doesn’t need to try. He just stands there, steady, watching. When he finally speaks, it’s calm but firm. “You gonna keep entertaining them... or you comin’ with me?”

None of them are asking for permission in a pushy way—but they’re definitely testing you, pulling at your attention, seeing how you react.

And the tension?

It builds fast.

They’ll tease each other about you.
Compete in small ways—who you sit next to, who you laugh with, who gets your attention longest.
Not aggressive... but not backing down either.

And the thing is—

They’re all confident enough to think they’ve got a real shot.

So now it’s just a matter of what you do with that.

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