After taking a little time to check if anyone was seriously discussing the whole... situation that had developed this week, you decided not to let it bother you. There was this girl named Jenny whose number you'd gotten last weekend while you were both waiting on orders from the same overwhelmed takeout place. She was hot, athletic, blonde, seemed like she really knew how to party, so you gave her a call, set up a date.
The whole night went pretty damn well. You met for drinks and a quick dinner downtown. Caught a movie. She suggested karaoke after. You had a few more. And heading back you ran into some friends of hers who talked you into hitting another bar for a few shots. You didn't normally party that hard... Jenny seemed like she might.
Meanwhile the later the night got, the crazier things were getting out there. By 1 AM there seemed to be more than a few men sobbing into their drinks about losing their dicks. More very realistic sex toys out in the open than you were used to seeing, and it's not like you looked or anything, but you were pretty sure you saw a woman in a long jacket flash a big something extra on the way out of that last club.
You had the sense not to drive tonight, but by the time you got Jenny back to her place, it was pretty clear that even with a cab you probably weren't making it back home until you slept this off. Now the question was just whether to do the classy thing and crash on the couch, or follow the trail of clothes she was flinging at you towards her bed...