After hanging out with Louise three other times (all of which ended with her not getting kissed and asking me in her heavily-accented English "What eeez eee, a, how you say, faggot?") Grant finally got enough courage (read: alcohol in him) to plant a big one on her. Nicely done!
From across the room I was like, "Look at at topless chick dancing! She's got the sweetest two....Ugh! Wait a minute! That chick's got a beard! It's a dude and those are MANBOOBS not girl boobs!" Hahahah. (Hey, in my defense a)It was dark in there and b)He does have pretty sweet boobs.)
We met up with Louise and Laure (aka - the French girls) out front of the club and got in line. Before they'd even let us into the place, they made Grant and I take off our shirts. We were warned that we'd be permanently removed from the party if we put them back on.