Jackpot. Bonnie gestured to the seat beside her, bright smile still firmly in place, and showing no sign of going anywhere any time soon. "Please," she invited. "I'm all alone," she added, mock-mournfully. "Will your friends miss you?" She pretty much already knew the answer to that question, though. She'd gone out with her own brothers enough to know, as long as there wasn't a crisis at hand (and sometimes, even if there was), you didn't step in the way of another guy's game.
Unless, in poor Liam's case, said game was a penpal. Then by all means, hound mercilessly.