Feeding the Habit

Saturday, we were hanging out in the apartment, doing our usual thing. Trev, Sheena, and I were playing WoW, while Phyx and Monarch were playing some Ninja Gaiden. At this point, there came a knock on the door. Figuring it was probably just another one of the crew, we simply called out, "come in." After some initial hesitation, the door opened a crack, revealing a quite attractive teenage girl, with what looked to be the materials for hawking some sort of merchandise (probably magazine subscriptions, I figured). Because I knew that I was going to turn down her sales pitch, I decided to save her some time and hand her off to Trev (the nice one in our house). At this point, I sent a tell to Sheena, indicating a possible response to the solicitor.
"I dare you to say that!" she responded.
"Give me ten bucks for it?" I asked.
"I'll owe you!"
"Sweet. If she asks, I'll say it."
As the solicitor managed to get Trev to subscribe to a magazine, I steeled myself. She turned to us.
"And what about you?"
"Well," I said, "I would totally order a subscription, but that would cut into my booze budget. I've got a dependency, and I kind of have to feed it."
Trev, Phyx, and Monarch, who were all unaware that this was coming, were about ready to die laughing. Fortunately, they were able to hold it in just long enough to keep from blowing it. At this point, she started to look rather uncomfortable, as I was clearly not what she was bargaining for. As soon as she had edged out of the door, an explosion of laughter erupted from everyone in the room. It was rather humorous, I'd say. In my defense, I wasn't going to buy a subscription anyway, and at least this way I didn't waste her time. Plus, my friends and I were amused.