2010
"Oh my god, Wes, I know you can't function without David, but have a little dignity!" because, yes, Wes was beginning a strip tease on the Commons table that you just knew wouldn't end well.
"But," Wes slurred out, "David's got a girlfriend now! He doesn't need me anymore!" but then Trent's dragging him off the table and people's attention begins to drift back to the television set and the generic horror film playing.
"Thad, chuck the ice cream, would you?" you call, regretting it when the tub smacks you in the back of the head. Scooping a large chunk into your mouth, you sigh. You'd always thought the ice-cream-and-horror-movies was a clichéd girly thing to do when you're single on Valentine's Day, but apparently the Dalton boys thought it was perfectly acceptable conduct and, hey, who were you to complain? And you had no idea where the alcohol had come from, and who an earth thought it was a good idea to give it to Wes, but it was certainly entertaining.
"Aaaaalright, my fellow lonely … um … people. I have a nouncement … announcement … anannouncement. One of those things."
"Oh, somebody shut Wes up! The girl's about to die!"
"Come on, Wes, I think you should lie down-"
"Nick and Jeff!"
"You're drunk Wes. And what about them?"
"They were here."
"Well, yeah – they must've gone to bed."
"Together! That was my anannouncement. I'm going to bed now … by myself. So none of you get anydeas … anideas … them." And Trent was only just able to catch him before he hit the floor.
"Well, he's gonna have fun in class tomorrow morning!"