D: Thank you, BUT QUATRE SILL HAS 2 LITRES OF ALMOST SOLID ALCOHAL IN HIS STOMACH!
T: I don't think thats a problem anymore. *points at Quatre passed out on the ground mumbling things about piea, muphets, no one really knows in his sleep*
D: Oh, thank god, he'll just sleep it off!
W: Quatre's mean! Oh but who i'm I kidding, I can't stay mad at someone as sexy as him!
D, T, H : eww
D: ... annnnnyways who's up for twister!!
W: I AM!! Oh how I could go for seeing three sexy guys bend over! Arhghgrhgh *drool*
D: ... um, Who's up for scrable!
H: Not me, I'm gonna go blow up some OZ bases
W: OZ? Hmn. Two Z's put together look like a W. A W flipped over looks like an M. M! OMG!! I ALMOST FORGOT MY MANICURE APPOINTMENT! GOTTA GO!! *runs out in record time*
T: And I really don't wanna be here.
*everyone leaves*
D: Oh! Oh well! *starts singing* I'm all alone, only a drunk, passed out guy, beside me!