-A girl from the other table keeps biting her lip and looking at you. Rebecca, your freinds with benefits sees this and is already pissed. she grabs her love handles and starts to, out loud, Talk about how Choom and them will have kids. She’s not even pregnant.*

[-“So, choom, what should be the name of our kids when we are MARRIED? This belly could use a name, you know, from a GIRL who’ll love you~”-] she says as she looks at the lady, Pissed off.