Fun is my middle name

Last week, my friend and I went to our favorite pub with the intention of sitting outside. When we got people there were sitting at our table. OUR FUCKING TABLE.

Here's the thing: S and I like sitting at this table because it's a bit removed from the other tables. Obviously we don't want to sit by all of the other girls because their discussion of "Does he like me? Maybe not? Let's talk about it an approach it from a variety of angles and perspectives" will get very confusing with our own.

So anyway, we get there, and these fucks are sitting at our table and like, they don't even look cool--and they are sitting outside. Whenever we look outside at our table we seem them acting as if they need to pantomime all of the fun that they are having. Oh look at us, we fucking looove drinking and smoking outside, and even though this table is only meant for two people we don't care! We are soo laid back that even when our fat friend Susy decided to join us and order a zill beers she didn't need, we were like WHATEVVERRRR. "Fun" is my middle name, they almost went with "outdoor seating" but then they thought "fun" would be much better.