Going down to Risa, Trip said, "Why don't we get drunk and screw?"
Sounded good to Malcolm. He didn't need a pitcher of beer to make Trip look good to him, but he wouldn't refuse a pint of bitter. He'd take Trip back to his room. Trip had snagged the suite with the king-size waterbed. The thought made Malcolm queasy.
Unfortunately, Trip wasn't propositioning him. He wanted to chase skirt, so Malcolm went along like some pathetic groupie.
Next time, he'd shove him up against the nearest bulkhead and do him right there. That couldn't be more embarrassing than this.