I started dating a new chick a couple weeks ago. Things were going pretty slow and nice until last night. We were at the bar, and closing time rolled around. My girl lives out of town, and said she was gonna go after hours out there. She drove a friends rig away to go party. One of her close friends asks me if I wanna go find an after hours. I said sure, so we head for beer. We just make the cutoff time for beer, and a couple guys don't make it. I offer to drink at my house, the guys agreed, so we all come back here. Don't ask me why the friend didn't go back to the bar to grab more people.:shrug: After a beer or two, we all pile into this guy's six pack and ride to Denny's and eat breakfast. Then we come back here and drink some more beers. Sooner or later, the guys leave, and my buddy's pass out. The friend has to work at 7, so she starts to leave. Then she says "don't tell Mariya, because she already left a nasty voicemail on my phone." I get woke up about 11 with a phone call. "I guess I wasn't quick enough in the sack for you. My friend is always taking other girl's boyfriends." I fess up to what happened, since I did nothing wrong, and she asks me never to call her again. Fucking women. I'll never understand them.