Oohh, 'd rather ya than kiss ya, but I won't press the issue, you know what I need is, and ya never gonna be it

Vesuvius doesn't know why this shit always happens to him. There's no reason for it. Between managing a chronic pain disorder, the books of the Dadman's Crew, and his studies, he has barely enough time for a cigarette, much less a date. But his classmate seems a real sweetheart, and taking them out to meet the boys can't hurt... what's the worst that could happen?