Wayne nodded, trying NOT to feel guilty from never having taken Justin on a proper date. Well, it's not like they were dating or anything.
"It's all right, mate," he told Justin cheerfully, "the only dates I've had were the fruits. And they're rubbish. Can I get a margarita, rocks, please?" he asked the server, who'd appeared quietly. "And whatever these guys want." He was so glad to be able to pay - they probably had no idea.
"Though there was this one disaster at my house one summer." House was probably pushing it, but Ernie, Hannah, and Justin would never know the difference. "My brother, well, he's kind of an animal of the party-throwing variety. And this girl he liked at the time, I think her name was Llinos, was fucken making doe-eyes at him the whoooole night. But he was totally off his face the entire time and didn't notice, like. So when he passed out in the back garden she drew rude things on his face with a permanent marker."
Wow, that had been a lot funnier when it was still inside his head.
"Though you probably had to be there. Anyway, moral of the story is, some girls will not be stopped and it's best to stay on their good sides."