She heard the door open and someone enter the balcony. She didn't bother to turn around to see who it was. She probably didn't know them anyway. She heard several people enter the balcony and the door was shut ajar again.
"You're still looking real fine tonight, babe," she heard Dean's voice behind her.
She turned around and saw all three guys out there. Roman was carrying a breezer that he handed her.
"Here you go, Carrie," he said.
"Thanks," she said.
There was a table and four chairs on the balcony. Dean immetiately sat down on one and swung his legs up on another one.
"Oh Carrie, I can carry you into my bedroom," he started singing.
She gave him a harsh look.
"No thanks, I don't wanna get my evening spoiled by that small dick of yours," she said.
Roman and Seth laughed out loud.
"You got burned!" Seth yelled at Dean, then turned his attention to her. "Give me a high five, girl."
He put up his hand in the air and she high fived him.
Seth and Roman went to sit down as well.
"Come sit with us," Roman said.
She went to the chair occupied by Dean's feet. She looked annoyed at him.
"What? My feet was here first. Go sit on Seth or Roman," he said.
She looked around at the other two men.
"You wanna sit here?" Roman gently asked and stood up to hand her the chair.
"No, sit down. I'm not a prude," she answered.
He sat back down and she went over to sit on his lap.
"Well, isn't this cozy," Seth asked out in the air and then finished his beer.
