What an awful night.

Tonight was supposed to be a fun night out with your best friend. And it was, at first. You two went shopping, laughed and giggled with each other while drinking some tea at a small café. But then the whole mood switched. You started talking about a subject, and your best friend strongly disagreed with your opinion on the matter. You two ended up having a nasty argument, and she turned around and left without saying a word.

Now you're sitting outside on the edge of the sidewalk, watching card drive by as you reflect on the argument. "Why did she get so mad?" You think to yourself. Then, all of a sudden, you hear laughter behind you as a group of guys a little older than you approach. As if they can sense your sadness, they all sit down next to you or behind you. One with blonde hair speaks up:

Boy 1: "Hey girl, what's wrong?"

Deciding it can't hurt to talk to them, you explain the situation. You hear random gasps or clicking of their tongues while talking.

Boy 2: "Girl, get up. We'll make you have a fun night, right boys?"

The others nod. Most of them are a little tipsy, but they're all really friendly and seem to mean no harm. They sort of adopt you into their little gang as y'all begin to walk.