Van & Gil
Gilderoi glared at Van with an intensity that would have molten glass. What the actual fuck? Not only had Van been an actual douchecanoo the entire night and now he was... Doing what, exactly?
The elf narrowed his eyes and started whispering in clipped tones. "Is that why you decided to approach me? You decided to rub it in? You thought, oh, it's not enough to rebuff Gil, let's making him feel even worse for being the only single idiot at the dance." The elf snorted and then added, disdainfully: "A statement? What? Is that what you think you're doing? Being anti-establishment? It's a school dance, not fucking Chechnya." He scoffed and then turned around, refilling his cup.