"Hey! You just can't resist milkshake." Jordan exclaimed, shoving Michael.

"And what are you guys doing on the street this late?" I asked, then shook my head. "You know what? I don't want to know."

"Do you want to know?" Jordan asked, wriggling his eyebrows in mischief.

"As I said before, no. Forget I asked." I said, then take up the tray from the table where I had rest it. "Now, if you boys excuse me, I have to get home."

"How about you come with us?" Jordan ...