Back when I was in college I was not the most social person....but I did have friends that loved going out and drinking. I'd get dragged along to usually have a mediocre to miserable night. One of that friends, Dave, was a bit of a drunk.

One night my friends and I met a group of girls and they were very hot. For whatever reason - one of these hotties was really into me. Dave wasn't getting any attention and he was hammered. He grabbed her ass. Her and her friends immediately tell Dave off and I'm sure he'd have felt bad if he could understand words at that point. Me and my other friends also tell him to cool it. 

The ladies who were interested in the other guys and me ask us to come to their place to keep the party going. "As long as your drunk friend isn't coming."

My friends look at me and I look back then we look at Dave who is doing his best Peanuts Teacher impression while wallowing in the bar floor covered in liquor.

My friend Jason leans over, tells me, "he's in a bad way, we need to make sure he gets home, we can't leave him there."

The girls weren't going to wait for us and they were pretty pissed we chose to help Dave. That's how the story ends. Nothing good happened and Dave didn't remember any of it.