You open the door

You snap awake get up from your desk. Shuffling over to the door, you hope your raging erection from your dream is not visible through your pants. That's a little bit of awkwardness you don't need at the end of an otherwise perfectly fine Friday. You open the door to reveal your towering colleague Ben, a huge grin on his face.

"Quittin' time!" Ben beams. "What'd you get up to all afternoon with your door closed? Get lots of data analyzed?"

You don't particularly want to tell your friend that he just awoke you from a dream in which his girlfriend was blowing you while he watched.

"There's always lots to do in this office," you reply. "You know, reporting, hard number-crunching, or... taking a nap."

"Sounds like a pretty good day!" Ben says with a laugh. "Anyway, this morning I mentioned grabbing a beer. It's a nice day, so Tara and I were thinking we'd walk over to Murphy's before hitting the road, maybe have a drink and a burger. You want to join us?"

"I don't want to be a third wheel," you remark. "It's sometimes a little awkward when you are sitting there and I feel like I'm crashing your date night."

"Come on, Henry," Ben says, mock-pleading. "You're one of my best friends. You might be my best friend. And you're one of the few people in this company that both Tara and I actually like. Trust me, it'll be a good time, and much less of one if you're not there. Join us."