Walking away from a
conversation at the bar as to give the
implication that you’re going to the restroom, then
walking straight to your car without saying even so much as a syllable to anybody that you’re leaving. Followed by not answering any calls or texts asking where you are.
Derek: What happened to Drew
last night?
Dustin:
I don’t know. Some Tinder chick was messaging him.
(Drew walks up.)
Dustin: Oh, there’s Ghost Malone himself.
Drew: Sorry. This chick wanted me to come bang her
last night.