"BROOOTHERRR! @StarkNumberOne!"

"You can say that again," Brandon said, coming up behind them.

-- friends," he said, nudging Rob.

"Always a slut for tequila shots," Brandon stated.

"Don't you know it, babe," Brandon replied, winking at her.

"You were into this at one point, princess," Brandon teased.

"Excuse me, I'm the least dramatic person I know," Brandon interrupted, picking up his shot.

"Even though you have to do everything for yourself?" Brandon questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Brandon cleared his throat. "I, however, am quite the chef."

Brandon nodded. "Yup. And I make spectacular cheesecakes," he said.

Brandon shoved him back. "You're mean to me so you don't get a cheesecake, you dick."

Brandon rolled his eyes. "Fine. Guess I'm not being your wing man tonight," he said.

Brandon rolled his eyes and turned to Isaac, batting his eyelashes. "Isaac, darling, will you help me out dance those two?"

[Text: @StarkNumberOne] Dude.

[Text: @StarkNumberOne] I need to ask you something.

[Text: @StarkNumberOne] Will you buy me a drink?

[Text: @StarkNumberOne] Fine. I'll go convince that cute guy at the bar to buy me one instead.

[Text: @StarkNumberOne] I know. I was talking about me.

Dyes hair black so he looks fancier than @StarkNumberOne.