You [She pointed lazily at the screen, slurring every word] should come back to the home. Or home... our home... Is what I mean. [She smiles like she's keeping a secret because she thinks she's doing a good job pretending to be sober]

[ETA: Pack +Violet]
[Drunken crying Liz] Help, splease. Tommy-- I shot Tommy and-- I need help.

I'm sorry... about last night. I thought...well, it doesn't matter what I thought. Can't trust my own mind, or even what I see anymore.

I'm so sorry about yesterday. I would've never done that if I could control it. I'm so sorry.


[Glader Scott]
Hey.

Hey.

So I don't have this mystery contagious virus. Great. Does anyone actually have it besides whoever came in with it? Not asking for names just...has everyone been tested? I'd kind of like Stiles to go back to the normal amount of crazy eyes when I leave the apartment, so... updates would be great?
...do we have to get Swiss Miss tested? I mean, is she even

Hey man, I don't think we've met. My name's Stisaac. Just wanted to know how you were holding up tonight.

[Pack and friends]
Hey, can everyone come down to [Name of Chapel]? I'm getting married.