"Number five has already been triggered. Who at the bar looks hungry for a p***s?"
"How about that guy," Bee said. She was pointing to a guy in the corner with a plaid shirt and hipster glasses.
"Hipsters probably don't think it's cool to eat p***s cookies."
Bee laughed. "I'm giving you an easy one. Hipsters will do anything to fit in. Just tell him eating normal shaped cookies is so cliché."
"Fine." I sighed and slid off my stool. God this was humiliating. I walked over to the hipster and took a seat next to him on the couch.
"Hey," he said as soon as I sat down. "Having a fun night?"
"Actually, it's been mortifying."
He laughed.
"Could you eat this cookie?"
He lowered his eyebrows. "Are you trying to drug me?"
"No, no. It's just a normal cookie shaped like a penis."
He laughed
