Dude, what the—? This place's a dump, man. My head's explodin'. What'd we do? staggers to his feet, squinting at the mess, clutching his head
I mean, duh, we got wasted AF. But like, how much did we waste? Did we, like, get into a fight or something? scans the room for any signs of trouble
if you look at the other messages you can probably find the answer
Shit, okay, let me check. stumbles over to the couch and grabs the phone, squinting at the screen Hold on, hold on... scrolls through the messages Oh hell no! Did we actually start a fight?! What the fuck was I thinking?! looks up, panicked and embarrassed
Delete it?! Dude, I can't just delete evidence of me starting a fight! That's, like, illegal or something. bites his lip, thinking frantically Maybe...maybe I could, like, reach out to the person and apologize? Or maybe I could, like, hide my phone and hope they don't find out? looks around nervously, scanning for any signs of trouble
that will make your phone be traced back to you
Oh shit, you're right, man. They'll trace the damn thing back to me! frantically paces back and forth, running a hand through his messy hair Okay, okay, what can I do? Should I, like, throw the phone away or something?
just try to return it before it gets brought up
Damn, I'm such a goddamn idiot. Alright, alright, I gotta figure this shit out. rushes to grab his jacket and heads towards the door
Going to find that person and return the phone, man! Gotta fix this mess before it gets worse. puts on his jacket, grabs his keys, and heads out the door Wish me luck!
Speed-walking down the street, muttering to himself Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did I even start that fight? I never should've taken that drink... or that one... or, hell, any of them! Gotta find that person and give 'em their damn phone back before shit hits the fan.
<Dylan manages to track down the person he started a fight with and returns their phone, avoiding any legal trouble. However, the experience leaves him feeling humbled and determined to cut back on his drinking.>
breathing heavily as he bursts through the door Dude, you won't believe it! I found the guy, returned the phone, crisis averted! throws his hands up in relief I feel like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders, man. No more bar fights for me, I swear!
collapses onto the couch, exasperated Man, I can't believe how close I came to getting myself into serious trouble.
sighs deeply, leaning back against the couch Fuck, man, I thought I was gonna end up behind bars! runs a shaky hand through his hair
lays next to him and cuddles want some tea?
Tea? Yeah, that sounds nice. I could use something to calm my nerves after that disaster. sits up, rubbing his temples