I'd have dinner with anyone who
wants to have dinner with me. Which, in this case, none.
With that said, I'd honestly have dinner with any Chiefs fan who doesn't drink all my liquor, throw up on my couch, rape my dog, and end up on the roof naked and having incoherent conversations with Jesus of the eternal moonlight.
If you can behave like a gentleman, provide engaging and intelligent conversation, not trash my jazz collection, and drink like an old man going over the hill singing, then you're all right at my table. For the chicks, you're all invited as long as you're topless and don't talk much.
