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There was in fact more beer at the party, and many other drinks as well, of which I had just one. We had some dinner and packed it in early; feeling our age, my teammates and I, not that we weren't probably right around the median for the room. I'm the youngest of the three of us, actually; the others may be on the high side of the center line. And in fairness, our college-student spare was still there when we split.
Speaking of our college-student spare, and of the many other drinks present at the party, a large number of them had been (and were being) consumed by this poor wretched cute girl at the next table, whose lifeguard flotation device (literally; the theme is "life's a beach") College Kid had stolen, and she came over to try to flirt it back ... and then came back again and again and again. Our teammate was playing along in a mild and not-at-all-asshole-y way, and it was all very funny, but at the same time as we were all amused (but not obvious about it, though who knows what other tables were thinking or saying), I still sort of wished the floor would open up and swallow her and put her out of her misery. Finally her teammate came over to insist that they go together to the ladies' room, but they weren't gone long enough for that, of course; they were outside the doors and hidden from view for long enough for the teammate to give her a brief talking-to, and when she returned, pouting, she returned to her own table and not to ours. One can only imagine what the teammate must have said; the girl was too drunk for arguments like "you're making yourself a laughing-stock" to possibly have got through.
Her name was the same as mine, as well. That didn't help.
Speaking of our college-student spare, and of the many other drinks present at the party, a large number of them had been (and were being) consumed by this poor wretched cute girl at the next table, whose lifeguard flotation device (literally; the theme is "life's a beach") College Kid had stolen, and she came over to try to flirt it back ... and then came back again and again and again. Our teammate was playing along in a mild and not-at-all-asshole-y way, and it was all very funny, but at the same time as we were all amused (but not obvious about it, though who knows what other tables were thinking or saying), I still sort of wished the floor would open up and swallow her and put her out of her misery. Finally her teammate came over to insist that they go together to the ladies' room, but they weren't gone long enough for that, of course; they were outside the doors and hidden from view for long enough for the teammate to give her a brief talking-to, and when she returned, pouting, she returned to her own table and not to ours. One can only imagine what the teammate must have said; the girl was too drunk for arguments like "you're making yourself a laughing-stock" to possibly have got through.
Her name was the same as mine, as well. That didn't help.