I shook my head. “Nope.”
“You ever been?”
Another shake of my head. “Nope.”
He nodded. “That’s cool, that’s cool.” He slugged back half his beer.
I squirmed in my seat and glanced around, again avoiding Wyatt. This whole thing was a huge mistake, and I was totally failing on my date. I couldn’t even hold a conversation. My chest was tight at the awkwardness.
The silence stretched between us and embarrassment burned in my stomach. He clearly regretted saying yes.
Carter slapped the table and I jumped. “You know what we need to do? A beer bong.”
His friends in the corner raised their arms and cheered. “Beer bong! Beer bong!” They surrounded our table, chanting, and one of them produced a long tube with a funnel.
“You guys bring a beer bong to the bar?” I asked Carter.
He nodded. “I
