Just go home

You've already got four girls with you. You aren't sure about Stacy but the other girls definitely have sexual appetites you are going to have to stay on your toes to satisfy. Besides, from what you've seen, Crystal is the jealous type. Stoking those flames doesn't make sense to you.

"We can pay our own bar bill," you say.

"But--" Anna starts.

"But nothing. I'm here with you girls. I don't need to crash some wedding party."

"Fine. We leave now." Anna grabs you by the arm and starts pulling you toward the exit where you're intercepted by the bartender.

"Two hundred and twelve," she says.

Shit. That's the biggest bar bill you've ever run. Either the girls snuck some bonus shots while you were dancing or the prices here are way out of line. Possibly both.

You dig deep in your wallet, finally managing a modest tip... one that leaves the bartender unimpressed.

"Let's go back to the cabin," Crystal says. "How about we girls take the bed and Mike the couch?"

"But I--"

"Sounds like a plan," Stacy says.

You're pretty sure that doesn't sound like a good plan. You also realize that there's no point in arguing. When the girls gang up on you, they're going to win.