Not their usual Friday night

For most people the Friday evening is the beginning of something beautiful, namely the weekend. Freed from work, or school, it is a time of enjoyment. The same counts for Ron and his friends, Patrick, Jacob and Josh. Ron is a regular guy, average build, and aside from being a bit shy the same can be said about Patrick and Jacob. Only Josh stands out a bit, being fairly fit.
Their usual routine is to hang out at any of their houses, either to play some games, watch a movie, or just relax. On this particular Friday evening the group made an unusual stop at a weird store. One of Ron's favorite hobbies is collecting old and preferably unusual books. That weird store had just that, loads and load of unusual stuff, including a couple of old and weird books.

With Ron's weekend already made following the new additions to his collection, the group opted to use his house for tonight's activities. Upon entering the house, they all each collapse into a relax seating position on Ron's couch. And while Jacob, Patrick and Josh desperately consume their preferred beverages, Ron is obsessively inspecting his new price.
"Sooo... What is that book all about Ron?" Josh asks him, curious to hear what Ron is making all this fuss about. "Well, to be honest. I don't know." "Wait, what?" Patrick asks. "You don't know what it is about? How about you read us the first line." "Well... I'd love to." Ron starts. "But I don't know this language." Flabbergasted his trio of friends stare at him with disbelieve.
Jacob breaks the silence. "Let me get this straight. You bought that book, not knowing what it is about, without being able to read the language it is written in?" Ron, thinks a bit and then simply nods. "Why buy it then?" Jacob asks. Ron holds up the book as a sort of price. "I just love collecting old books, they feel like a bit of history packed into a collection of pages." Ron opens the book at a random page. "It doesn't matter to me that I don't know the exact content, nor do I have a clue what..." Ron picks a random line from the book. "EXEC RAB LENES SES COZED WIN MOD MEM." Ron closes the book and continues. "... Means, it doesn't matter."
Following Ron's speech the trio of friends burst into laughter. "Hahahaaaha, sure thing Ron. You do you man, whatever floats your boat." Josh tells him. "Now put that dusty old piece of history packed into a collection of pages away and bring your palls a new round of drinks."

As his friends continue to have laughing fits, Ron makes his way to the kitchen. "Those idiots." He chuckles happily under his breath, glad to have such good friends. He opens the refrigerator and reaches for a very sweet strawberry flavored wine. "They'll love this. I certainly can't get enough of this stuff." Ron says out loud, before making his way to the drawers to find the corkscrew. Having found the tool he proceeds to open the bottle, or at least he tries to. It is getting harder and harder to screw the corkscrew. "Geez, this is the only downside of this or any wine." He finally manages to fully screw in the tool. "They are so gosh darn difficult to open." After a short intermission, Ron now uses the crank to open the bottle. It goes fairly easy but one of his fingers nearly gets stuck in the lever action. Ron quickly inspects his hand.

"Thank god, the polish is still alright." He exclaims. "I'd hate to have to redo these again. Now where, are, those, glasses." Ron looks around the kitchen and spots the glasses he was looking for. "There they are." Ron squeals happily in a higher voice then before, delighted that it won't be long before he can drink that lovely wine. Making his way to the cabinet with the glasses does present a new problem. Those darn glasses are up way to high. Somehow he can barely reach the glasses he knows he washed and stored there himself earlier this week. "Come on Veronica, you can get them." He encourages himself as he awkwardly reaches up. And while at first he can't even touch the glasses, his efforts gain results as he inches closer and closer. "Yes! I got them." Another joyful squeal. Veronica looks down and sees his shoes.

"These puppies have never let me down. Thank you darlings for the little boost." Veronica quickly lines up the glasses and pours four very generous glasses, before quickly chugging the remainder herself. She sets down the bottle and grabs her purse to check if her quick drink ruined her lipstick.

"All fine." She smiles and puts the mirror back in her purse. While doing so she knocks over a plate of food. It falls on the floor near her, and splatters food remains all over her outfit. The loud breaking plate alerts Veronica's friends who come rushing into the kitchen.
"Ronnie, darling are you alright?" A worried Patricia ask. "Yes, yes, I'm fine but my outfit is ruined." "We will have to get you changed because there is like no way in hell we'll be going out with you looking like that." Jacqueline says as she grabs Veronica's hand. "Ugh! Come on Ronnie, we'll never make it to the club if you keep stalling us." Josie tells her. "Hurry and get changed! I really need to hook me some hunks tonight, its been like two days since I last got fucked. God I feel like I'm becoming a frigid"
The group rushes up to Veronica's bedroom and in no time at all are in the final stages of selecting an outfit.

"This white one, it works the best with your shoes." Jacqueline says as she holds up a white dress. "Nah, this one. It has that: "Flip-up-my-skirt-and-take-me-right-here-right-now" feel to it." Patricia counters. "Like, pick which ever one you can get out of the fastest. Remember the goal here ladies... But OMG this dress is like so gorgeous I'm so jealous." Josie adds as she browses through Veronica's collection of dresses.
Veronica ignores all their advice and opens up a nearby closet. "Josie, is right ladies. Focus on the goal. I need myself a big boy toy screw me throughout the entire night." Veronica reaches into the closet and unveils her secret weapon. The trio girls stop talking and stare with amazement and a bit of jealousy. "Like, oh my god!" Josie says. "That is the one Ronnie! Wear that and you can have any man you want." Patrica almost yells out.
Within minutes Veronica has her dress on and leads the group to the front door. She looks back and asks: "Ready, girlfriends?"