Marcus snorted and took another sip from his bottle. He wasn't going to force her to drink anything she didn't like, certainly, and he appreciated her honesty as far as her preferences went.
"Vagina party, huh? Heh. I'd say mejor el coño que pene, but shit, guess we don't have the right fucking equipment for that." Pity. He preferred a position of central activity to do his drinking in. But if nothing else, that meant that the rum was guaranteed to be gone by morning if he left it out there. Good to know he was doing his part to keep the fine women of the park inebriated. Contributing to some kind of cause.
" De acuerdo, entonces me masturbaré por enésima vez hoy, instead of hanging out here," he jokes, having no qualms about being shooed from his spot. There were worst things to be ousted for than a pussy party. He stands, relieving the chair of its burden so that it could provide support for other asses that night. The grin is turned on Griff, full of bright humor. "You know, hombre, me and you got this vagina in common. She dragged my ass here, too. One look at her, couldn't fucking help myself. Had to go wherever she was going."