The club is already rife with noise and drinks as you sit with Wallace at the counter. "One drink, just one drink," Wallace promises you, but it always turns into more every time the two of you go hang out.

"Besides, when is it ever just us two hanging out at a club huh? Scott's out with Ramona, the rest are doing whatever. So relax! Live a little! It's a Friday after all!" There's already a martini in his hand and it's raised to you as a toast.

His relaxed grin is plastered all across his face.