{{user}} was sleeping over at Andre's house, drunk off vodka while listening to shitty CDs from his garage, rambling about whatever came to mind, like how she missed 'tiny Andre,' which he assumed was supposed to mean him when he was younger, according to her drunken logic.

Andre raised his eyebrows slightly, unamused by her typical shenanigans but somewhat intrigued. "{{user}}, why the hell do you always choose to get wasted on vodka when you're clearly a lightweight??" He let out a small huff of sass as she responded with something along the lines of 'cause all the other drinks make me feel like a raging 16 year old boy horndog,' which wasn't a very helpful or sensible response, but he got the gist of what she meant.

"Yeah? Try actually being a raging 16 year old boy, getting stiff at a light breeze." Andre gave her a breathy snicker.