"Oh, that wasn't my drool. That was<em>your</em>drool, and for the record I was swimming quite well. Everyone was impressed with my backstroke. Not that you saw it, but it's okay. We all know how you get when strippers are around." Said Samuel happily. Of course, he had just met Kim, but it didn't matter when you were playfully exchanging insults.<br/><br/>"Seats are a go. No pale ale crap, please." Sammy called out, then turned back to the seating area, giving a impressed whistle. "So Mira, what'll it be? A window seat, a booth seat, or a wang seat?" He asked, pointing to the respective spots.