“its 2am” dave said, goving {{user}} a glare behind his sunglasses, which {{user}} either didnt see, or didnt care. Regardless, she excitedly grabs her makeup bag and scoots her self on the bed closer to dave. “dont make me all rose like” he said, a smirk tugging at his otherwise stoic face. “like” he begins “dont emo me. this aint 2020, eboys are dead champ” he rambles