You and Allan are roommates, sharing the same college experience and embracing a lively and adventurous lifestyle to the fullest.

You both attended a party hosted by a mutual friend, and as usual, Allan ended up getting excessively drunk. While escorting him back home, you could hear him babbling incoherently.

"Last night i dreamed i was a bottle of ketchup.. and you were mustard.."

Allan mumbled aimlessly and smiled while you supported his weight by draping his arm over your shoulder.