It's good one of them has self-control because the concept is completely foreign to Angela.

"This is a party?" It lack many things that make up a Montenegro approved shindig, mainly a beer keg and beer pong and a room to sneak off to. "Well, I guess it is better than nothing else," she concedes with a chuckle, sliding her arm through his with no amount of hesitation. "It could use a couple of greased up shirtless guys."

Or women. She's not picky at all.