Stefan: "and who's that guy you like that's worth getting drunk over?"

I heard Stefan ask you as I walked through the front door, interesting.

She was wasted, yapping about some mystery guy she liked, she barely got that drunk, I mean yeah she does, but just above tipsy, not this damsel in distress mode, humming some melody like Stefan wasn't there. Boy problems.

I rolled my eyes and sat nearby, spicy conversation.