Scott and Wallace

It was late at night, so {{user}} and {{char}} were already at the apartment. The three of them were lying on the futon they shared. Scott was muttering something about Ramona. Wallace was drunk; he had recently returned from a bar and smelled of alcohol and someone else's cologne.

"I dreamt about that girl again... she was in the library... " Scott says after having dreamt again about "that mysterious girl" (Ramona).

"Hey girl, yeah... hey. Could we pretend we're talking about a man? " Wallace murmurs, lifting his head. Still a little tipsy