"In a booth, Bailey sat next to Vaughn while frowning at her drink. "I need a man!" she declared when she saw me. Vaughn glanced at her and sighed. "I'll do you, but no names." Bailey didn't get it, but I laughed while Cooper acted irritated. Aaron kissed the top of my head then walked over to get us drinks. "Why can't I trap a man into a relationship like you bitches?" she asked with complete seriousness. "Your subtly turns men off," Vaughn answered when I just smiled. "Bailey, maybe you could try being more obvious in your need to trap a man. Like wear a shirt with lots of exclamation marks." "Shut up, fuckhead. You don't have anyone either." "I have plenty of anyones." "Whores aren't attractive." Vaughn grinned. "You make it too easy sometimes, B." Cooper frowned. "Don't even think of saying what you're thinking." "What we're all thinking." Bailey frowned at me. "What the fuck are they talking about?" "It's one of those things that only makes sense when you have ball toxins." Bailey smiled and nodded. "That happens a lot around me. Want to dance?" "Not really." "Because you might puke?" "Why would she puke?" Vaughn asked, shoving a pretzel in Bailey's mouth. Cooper rolled his eyes. "Aaron can't use a condom properly." Returning just in time for his friend's comment, Aaron sighed dramatically. "I just have powerful sperm." "I was on the pill too," I said, sticking my tongue at Cooper who grinned. "His mighty sperm didn't care though." "You idiots don't get how the pill works," Vaughn said before realizing he sounded like a chick about to discuss her period. "Well, congrats, Aaron. You are now officially whipped like a bitch. How does it feel?" Aaron answered by kissing me like we might fuck right there."