"Right, yeah. Observing." He was really only trying to get a rise out of her. Trying to see how long it would be before she want back inside and left him alone. He supposed from her standpoint he must look a little odd, but he didn't care. Sometimes these things got a little too loud and ridiculous for him. His peers were careless and dumb. Being around them when they were like that was only fun if he was just as drunk as them, and as it happened, he wasn't. It was the large wad of cash in his pocket that held him back. He didn't want to lose it. But he also didn't want to go home, either. It was quite the conundrum.
"Molesting implies there's no consent. I'm not that way. I don't buy into those cheap thrills." Which was true. One doesn't grow up with a loving mother and younger sister and totally lack in respect for women.