naw, we were each other's wingman, all the moon people were all like, "Hey, come to the moon often?" or "Your daddy must have been a thief, 'cause he stole the stars and put 'em in your eyes, with a heavy duty coating of eye protectant 'cause that shit's hot" or "Your pants are like mirrors, I can see myself in them," or any number of other shitty pickup lines.
We were back to back, fighting them off, like two navy seals fighting unknown mercenaries, only instead of high powered automatic sub-machine guns we had our cocktails, and instead of russian made AK-47s, they had their shitty come ons.