Hangovers and Hand Grenades

Last night I heard those dreaded words that no young adult male wants to hear from one of his best friends.  "Dude you owe me one!"  One can be sure that whatever favor needs to be fulfilled will be somewhat unfavorable to the friend in debt.  In this case, my friend was hanging out, for the first time, with a girl he met in class and had been flirting with for months.  Since girls are rarely comfortable being alone with a guy prior to ever hanging out, of course, she decided to bring a couple of friends.  My friend promised me that at least one of them was a looker.  "OK. I'll help you out dude."  My job was easy enough.  All I had to do was be entertaining to his girl's friends, for the longer they want to stay, the longer his girl will stay, and at the same talk look for an opportunity to separate the group from the couple.  Of course if one of her friends is cute then I'll get her number, but as stated before, this was a favor i was doing and therefore a personal agenda would have to be extracurricular. Upon entering his apartment, I found myself with a challenge.  Neither one of her friends were attractive, automatically making my job harder, and they both had a look on their faces like this was the last place they wanted to be.  Noticing this, I start drinking and trying my best to draw their attention away from the couple.  Things weren't going so well at first.  I had accomplished making one of them laugh, but the other girl was being a huge bitch(and I rarely refer to women in this way).  I couldn't quite figure out why.  I had been polite, nice, charming, what was her problem?  This caused me to start drinking heavily; I have to make it fun somehow.  After about two hours of drinking, I received the signal from my friend, and it was time split up.  By this time, however, I was already piss drunk and in no state to pseudo-woo two girls I hardly know.  "Alright bitches, it's time to leave these love birds alone."  I hadn't quite realized what I said until everyone starting laughing, even the bitchy girl, and the two got up a followed me out of the room.  I kept going with the asshole routine, and low a behold, I ended up keeping them entertained for another two hours, giving my friend ample time.  By the end of the night I had killed my twelve pack and the next morning felt the repercussions of doing so.  "Sorry about the hand grenades dude, thanks for takin' that one."  "Technically that was two bro, now you owe me one!"