[Warning, there is some dub-con in this part of the story!]
Lars was quick to get a seat next to me on the sofa, plopping down to my right. Almost as quickly, Daryl snugged up on my left side. Jack sat catty-corner on a comfy looking leather seat with deep cushions and giant armrests.
We drank some more and someone started playing some kind of low-fi hip-hop “chill” music on a Bluetooth speaker. I asked them if this was the kind of music they always listened to, and they all laughed. I teased something along the lines of, “you guys are just trying to make me forget how much older you are!”
They’d told me at the club that they were here for a conference, and I’d asked them what kind of conference and what they all did, and they’d all talked about it for quite a while.
“Is it alright if I totally forgot what it is you guys do?”
“In one ear and out the other with girls your age,” Jack said.
“You don’t ever just make conversation and not really pay attention?”
“We’re that boring?” Daryl asked, his hand high on the inside of my left thigh.