Naming something that didn't turn 4chan on was kind of a stretch. In all honesty, he could keep his eyes on her, the cute guy that just disappeared into the men's bathroom, and literally just be okay with it. The hand in his hair felt nice, though. And she felt nice. He wanted to be up against her, and she seemed okay with it just as much as he was.
And then there was the matter of what to drink.
"I don't care. Name anything that'll get me pleasantly wasted without tasting like acid and piss, and I'll go with it." he smiled, sort of liking the attention. Girls could be awesome.