My stepson and his girlfriend, back in their early 20’s, would play a game called, “we’re not leaving”.
They’d go to a bar in trendy Capital Hill in Seattle and sit there and never order anything and see how long it took before they were physically removed. I don’t get it, but they seemed to think it was fun.
They grew up and have been married a few years.
Good way to play the follow up game- “we’re leaving in an ambulance/cop car”.
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