3 girls, 2 guys and a broken down golf cart...

so last night i'm out with *****, we're having a beer, and then we decide to go to the liquor store before heading back to his house to meet some people. we pick up a bottle of jack and there are three cuties in line behind us. no big deal, we walk over to the grocery store to pick up some mix, and when we come out to the parking lot, the same three girls are standing around their car, with jumper cables, trying to get a jump from some woman. being the gentlemen that we are, we offer to help. what this really means is ***** is going to help while i stand there looking stupid and making jokes. we try and try, and the car won't start, so we offer the ladies a lift downtown. they were on their way to pick up a friend, so we swing by her place, and now it's just myself and ***** and four girls in the back of the car. we get to the apartment building they are going to, and pull up to the door. the girls say thank you and offer to give us gas money for the lift. we politely decline. they then invite us inside for a drink, as a way to say thank you. i'm all about it, but ***** has somebody waiting at his house for him. the one girl says that they're having a party, some sort of school group, and something to the effect of "you guys should come up, you'd be the only guys hanging out with 30 hot girls." i'm feeling like i'm either in a horror movie or on the penthouse letters page. this is either some female cult who get together and trick guys into coming into their place so they can torture and kill them, or i'm going to end up in the middle of the pillow fight every man wants to find himself caught up in. so i say, "*****, let's go in for one drink." and ***** says "no, we have to go, *****'s waiting for us." and i say "*****, fuck that, call her cell phone and make up some excuse, the car broke down, blame me, whatever." he's not hearing me. we end up going back to *****'s house and i will never forgive him. it's the principle of it. i don't care if you're on your way to surgery. if you get invited into a party of 30 women where you're the only two guys, you do it. every guy should understand that this never happens, so when it does happen, you have to run with it. and even if you have a girlfriend, any good girl will understand the sacrifice you had to make to play wingman for your buddy.