The dinner conversation ran the gamut from sex (naturally) to more sex (who we'd do if they were older) to this past weekend (which involved sex for some of us) and whether we'd sleep with certain people next time they were in town (ahem, RR) - very diverse, no?
The bill came after a rather unremarkable dining experience, and it was clearly the wrong bill as ours was supposed to be nearing $100 and the one face-down on the table was barely $25.
"Let's just pay this one and peace"suggested The Pansy.
"Uh, no, we can't do that..." I countered "Why not? It's the bill that was brought to us" she replied. "That's just not how it works" added Cute 'n' Fresh.The Air Hostess remained relatively silent throughout this whole exchange. "It's definitely not worth it" I added "Whatever! It's the bill he gave us" countered an exasperated Pansy.
"Ignorance is not an excuse..." Cute 'n' Fresh and I rationalized.
In the end we ended up paying our correct bill while The Pansy grumbled about what pussies we all were and The Air Hostess drove us all home.