Aight, the night was fun... The girls refused to drink popov, so I got Malibu, and they paid me back. We had a handle of Malibu, and a 12 pack of Smirnoff Triple Black. I did not end up with a girl in my bed, thank god I was not drunk enough to. There were only two single girls at the party and the one good looking one had a bit too much to drink and passed out on the couch. The other one was kinda all over me, but let's just say "she's not my type". I used the "we're just friend's" excuse to get out of it.