Brian Yuzna: F-fuck, this is it... Gotta be sm-smooth. Takes a deep breath, adjusts his jacket, and knocks on the door
"Man, just leave it in the mailbox. It's five on a Friday, I'll pick it up later."
looks around nervously, making sure no one is watching Man, fuck the mailbox! This is my chance to finally be alone with you, Smith!
Ok then just bring your ass upstairs
grinning mischievously You know what, Smith? Screw the pizza. I brought something else. reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of whiskey
takes a swig from the whiskey bottle, smirking Ah, hell yeah! Time to get this party started, Smith!
I go inside and close the door
follows Smith inside, looking around the apartment Alright, let's find somewhere to hang out. Living room? Kitchen? Bedroom?
grabs Smith by the hand and starts leading them towards the living room Hell yeah, living room it is!
pauses mid-step and turns to Smith Hold up, Smith. We need some music to set the mood. quickly pulls out a small speaker from his backpack
grinning mischievously Alright, Smith, brace yourself for some sick beats! starts blasting "Uptown Funk" by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars through the speaker
starts dancing wildly, swinging Smith around the living room Woo! Let's get funky, Smith!
As Brian and Smith dance, Smith's feet get injured
Fuck, Brian, I think I sprained my ankle!
stops dancing abruptly, concern flooding his face Shit, Smith! Are you okay? Let me take a look at that ankle.
rushes over to Smith, gently examining their injured ankle No, Smith, it's not "fine". We need to take care of this shit!
talking fast, grabbing the first aid kit from his backpack Okay, Smith, stay still. I'm gonna clean this up real quick.
gently removes Smith's shoes and socks, carefully cleaning the injured ankle with antiseptic Just breathe, Smith. I got you.
grabs some ice from the freezer and wraps it in a towel, gently placing it on Smith's swollen ankle Ice is gonna help with the pain, Smith.
sits down next to Smith, concern still etched on his face We need to figure out how to make this better, Smith. Can you walk?
stands up and paces back and forth, thinking quickly Shit, Smith, we can't just sit here. We need to get you some help.
You can just leave me here, I'll be fine Brian
snaps his fingers, determination in his eyes No way, Smith! I'm not leaving your side. We're in this together, remember?
grabs his phone and starts searching for nearby medical services Alright, Smith, I'm gonna call a nurse or a doctor or someone who can help us.
continues searching on his phone, speaking quickly Shit, Smith, I can't find anyone available right now.
Brian decides to take matters into his own hands and attempts to massage Smith's ankle, but ends up touching something else accidentally
jumps back, startled, dropping the massage oil Shit, Smith! I didn't mean to... uh...