𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑤/ 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 #𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑

WOOHOO—, Christmas! Christmas Party, my place! Don’t be late!

HE SPENT THE LAST TWENTY MINUTES STYLING HIS HAIR JUST FOR IT TO RAIN

REVAMP INBOUND

It’s him. The myth, the legend. IT’S HAPPY HOUR FOLKS!

❛ Open, and it’s happy hour—! Come on in, Loba. ❜

❛ Gotcha—, somethin’ happen? Or is it confident—conifer— is it a secret? I’m not exactly a therapist, but talkin’ about it CAN help. ❜

Ope— Happy Hour’s almost over!

❛ I get it, I get it. Your shots—? On the house, but I’ll get you that strong drink. Just, take it slow. ❜

Time to get some breakfast in. Just a bowl of lucky charms.

Quietly slurping milk from the bowl.

He’s made enchiladas—, come get some!

Dance party? Dance party.

LET’S GET ROLLING

❛ How come whenever I come back it’s always so quiet? ❜

❛ Half priced drinks—! Haha, I just need the company. . . ❜

❛ Worse things have been said to me, Old Man—. But the drink just might me—. ❜