“Sarah, do you want to go to the pub for dinner?”
“Duh, Rlo. But we have to order something semi-Mexican there since it’s Cinco de Mayo. Do you think they serve Mexican wine?”
“Doubtful. You know, you could just drink so much you vomit and pass out. It’s just like going to Mexico.”
I think secretly Rlo wants to get me drunk and take advantage of me. In doing so he’ll prove he is not as gay as I make him sound, and I’ll be forced to write about his manliness on the Internet.