Corey almost panicked when the guy started walking toward them which only had Dylan laughing. If this guy was single he might get dragged in the bathroom at this rate. Dylan and Corey had been friends for awhile and when they got drunk this was often the outcome.

"Probably boning his Finn in the coffin." Dylan said it and Corey almost spit out his drink. He could have hit Dylan for almost making him look like a fool. Not that his wide eyed, slack jawed staring didn't already make him look like an idiot.

"Want a drink?" Dylan took up the conversation while Corey tried to compose himself. Ralph didn't have a choice to say no since Dylan was already offering him a drink, another of the strong fruity concoctions that he and Corey were drinking like kool-aid.