The four of us talked for a while. It was the typical small talk and it felt extremely forced. It was not at all easy and carefree like it was with the two men that sat at our lunch table.

It was awkward and it had me missing aggressively conversing with Stone.

Chase took a gulp of his beer before he spoke again "So I have this theory."

His words had caught my attention.

I loved theories and it had me thinking that perhaps me and the quarterback had more in common than I had originally thought.

"You know how they say you can laugh a girl into bed." He remarked completely seriously "I think you can play her into bed."

I removed the last thought from my brain as soon as the words left his beer-breathed mouth.

"I have known you three years and I have heard some pretty bad stuff leave you mouth." I pointed out with a roll of my eyes "But this has to trump them all."

"Not like that. Hear me out." Chase held up in his hands in a faux surrender while he quickly tried to explain himself "You can play music to get a girl into bed."

"How is that sentence any better than your first?" I gritted out.

Chase faced his friend Kyle as he gave the scenario "So picture this. You are driving your date home and you want to score. You judge the girl and put on a song you think they will like. It gets them in the mood."

I could not believe what I was hearing.

"What ground-breaking logic do you have behind that?" I huffed out.

Chase shrugged before speaking again "If I wanted Lana then I would play something like One Direction"

Lana stood there uncomfortable, not saying anything.

I made a funny face at her while motioning my head to the boys. She smiled a little, but I could tell she was starting to regret coming here.

"I need something strong to drink if I am going to listen to you." I spoke but then remembered my car was parked outside so I sighed "Never mind, I drove here."

Drinking from his two beer bottles, Chase glanced at Lana before questioning "Do you want anything?"

"I take it there is no chance of a Piña Colada." Lana joked.

"It is a house party." Chase dismissed "Not a bar in the Bahamas."

"Maybe the hospitality would be better there." I claimed with a clipped tone.

The boys continued to talk while 'e and Lana stood there making funny faces at each other and generally making fun of them.

When he finished talking about his new sports car, Kyle asked my friend "So what do you like to do?"