Randy just stared at him. What the hell was wrong with Steve? Why was he acting like this? Was it part of some kind of joke?
"Don't you have something better to do," a shrill female voice said. "Like hitting on some brain dead cheerleader?"
He turned, and saw a girl he didn't immediately recognize pulling him away. "Honestly...how many drinks do you think it takes before those stupid lines sound romantic?"
He was even more confused. Sure, Steve had some corny lines, but girls ate them up because he was hot...
Steve scowled. "Do you mind? I was talking to her."
"And now I'm talking to her. So beat it, creep," the girl said. She turned to Randy.
