The woman who greeted me said some of my friends were here but I almost hope she's wrong. It'd be nice to have people who I trust here. Downside to that being that if I'm right, Steve and Natasha were captured. I need a drink.
You're a stupidly attractive dork and I love you.
Karaoke tonight. We're going to have drinks and be ridiculous.
Before you say no, keep in mind it's my birthday, I'm a tragic circus orphan, and this is the first time I've had enough friends to have a party. If you don't come, I'll assume you hate happiness.
So, who feels like going to the gun range? I'm getting antsy without anything to do.
Mayday!
Phil is a fucking teenager.
And he keeps trying to get into my pants.
Badly.
He's seriously terrible at this. How did he ever get laid?
Someone help.
Want to go grab a drink or something?