Dude, what if I die alone?
Doubt it. You’re shit at opening jars and killing bugs. Someone’ll feel bad and take care of you.
You fuck! …I don’t need a pity party…
Looks like you’re throwing yourself one! Calm down, finish your drink, go dance. If there’s anything that’ll remind a girl that she’s pretty, it’s when all the guys get their backs off the wall to go dance with her. I’ll be here if you run into any weirdos.
I swear we get smarter when we drink… Thanks, bruh.
I don’t even know who this person is. I just know he’s good people.