Who Invited This Guy?

Submitted by Sarah:

Robert was an acquaintance who invited me out to a bar with some of our mutual friends.  I asked him if he meant it to be a date, and he said that he would like that.  He seemed nice and so I took him up on it.

About eight of us ended up together at the bar, so it was a good crowd and Robert paid very close attention to me.  We bought each other drinks and were in our own little world.

Then, Billy arrived.

Billy is the best friend of one person in the group, so Billy is usually invited to everything, even though he's typically an asshole to everyone and people tend to leave earlier when he's around.

"What's up, motherfuckers?" was his first line.

We all mumbled our greetings and he went straight for the bar.

Oh, and the friend who always invited Billy along?  Robert.

Billy, with a beer, sat next to Robert and I, snorted, and said, "Nice tits."  Then, he turned to Robert and asked, "You tapping that, man?"

Robert grinned, glanced at me, and said, "I hope so."

Eew.  I smiled as best as I could in response, and Billy said, "Does she talk?"

"Hi, Billy.  We've met before," I said.

"Too bad," he said, and downed his beer in seconds.  He hit Robert on the shoulder and asked him if he wanted anything.  Robert was still working on his drink, so he said no.  Then, Billy pointed at me and asked, "How about you, cumbucket?"

I stared at him and said, "Wow.  You're an asshole."

He smirked and went to the bar.  I told Robert, "You're not going to be tapping anything tonight."

He clinked my glass and said, "The night's still young."

I excused myself to go sit with the larger part of the group, and aside from a few outbursts from Billy, he didn't mess with me anymore that night.

When I went to leave, Robert came up to me to ask if he and I could go out on a proper date.

I pointed to Billy and said, "Rob, I think you're taken," and left.