The scene: Two women are talking at a bar.
"Shit, I can't believe what I just did."
"I accepted a drink from a guy."
"You're fucking kidding, right?"
"No, he bought me a drink, and I took it."
"You have to sleep with him now, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"You have to. Rules are rules. You knew them going in."
"Thanks for the lecture; I know. I was thirsty. It was top shelf. I wasn't...thinking."
"Which guy was it?"
"See the guy at the end of the bar?"
"Oooh, the one in the Armani suit?"
"I wish. The one next to him."
"The five-hundred pound guy wearing sweat pants and an oversized novelty sombrero?"
"That's my new lover."
"He could be nice and waive the rule."
"No chance. He already bought a condom from a vending machine in the men's room."
"Yeah, those are reliable."
They are joined by another girlfriend. "What's up?"
"Dana accepted a drink from some guy."
"You dumb bitch; now you have to fuck him. Is he at least hot?"
"That's him over there, the guy as big as a planet."
"Yeah, the planet DanaBang. Girl, we all fuck up. Earlier, some dude asked me to dance, and I said yes, so I had to stand there with a smile on my face and let him grind his tiny erection into my ass-cheek, 'cause hey, rules are rules; but at least I don't have to let him penetrate me."
"From this moment forward, as God is my witness, I shan't drink again."