No.

You were intrigued by the conversation and how it would end. Even though you wanted to beat Dan up, you also wanted to listen and see what would happen.

"Oh shut up!" You heard Emily retort heatedly.

"Nah, my bad. I suppose Mark wears the pants anyway, huh?" The deep voice spoke.

"No! We're equals in this relationship..." She began to say.

"Haha, bullshit. There's always one who's the shot caller. Guess you're on the leash." Dan said with a laugh.

"You're wrong!" Emily said angrily.

"Yeah? Prove it." Dan said smugly.

"Fine!" Emily yelled. There was a silence for a moment and you frowned when you didn't hear any more conversation. With slight hesitation, you peeked around the corner. The group was gone. There was only 2 doors breaking off from this corridor so you'd be able to find them easily. You walked down quietly and stopped by the first door. You pushed it open slowly. It was an empty bathroom. You continued down the hall until you reached the door at the end. You slowly pushed it open. You immediately heard their voices again.

"Holy shit! I knew they'd be nice." You heard the goofy voice.

"Damn. Mark is a lucky man." The deep voice said.

"See? I'm in charge of myself." Emily spoke.

You peeked into the room slowly. Your jaw dropped when you saw Emily sitting on the lounge, her breasts exposed to the three men from over her dress.

You barged in.

"What the hell!?" You shouted angrily.

"Woah, calm down man." Dan jumped when he realised you were there.

"Fuck off. Emily, we're going." You told her. She meekly nodded and stood up then followed not before fixing her dress.

The drive home was in silence. Emily had passed out and was sleeping. She must have had plenty to drink. When you got home you carried her in and left her on the bed where she slept for the night. After having a shower, you also went to bed.