"Party time, let's fucking go! God, I love the vending machine."

"Not more than you love me, though, right, babe?"

"Oh my God, Alex, get over yourself. Go to the fucking gym if you want me to give a shit."

"I brought tokens."

"See, there we go! I make fun of Toby, but at the end of the day, he's the one doing my homework, he's the one giving me tokens. You just fucking whine all day."

"I have tokens too. And the fattest ass in the club." He does have a couple tokens! Definitely fewer than Toby brought, though.

"You have a flatty patty, is what you have." Schlatt throws a token into the communal pool that's gathering in front of the vending machine. (Niki doesn't contribute any, just glares at everyone in stony silence.)

...Is he supposed to say thank you? He is very unclear if he's supposed to say thank you. Probably not, at least not if he wants to stay on Alex's good side. He really wants to distract Schlatt from Alex, though. "You, um, you said yesterday we would maybe get high, did you bring anything for that?" Hopefully this will help and not make everything worse.

"Smart kid, smart kid. 'Course I did." He pulls a flask out of his backpack and takes a big swallow. "Want some?"

"...Sure, why not." He takes the offered flask and takes a swallow as well. Eugh. He's not actually sure he's ever tasted anything worse. He tries his best to keep his face neutral, but he's pretty sure he failed, given that Schlatt's pointing and laughing. Well, whatever.

Everything goes sort of pleasantly fuzzy around the edges, after that. He gets handed a bag of kettle chips which taste, incredibly, as though they're actually new. He's kind of seeing the appeal of this whole 'party' thing, really.

And then he sees... Tommy? Waving at him. From--a ways away.

"Excuse me, Schlatt, I remembered--there's something in my room that might explode, I should, y'know, fix that."

"Go for it."

Cool. Cool cool cool.

Okay now where did Tommy go.

He's with Wilbur, just out of eyeshot. "Hey, man! I'm--I'm really sorry I didn't show up today, I'm, uh, I decided to--Wilbur's here? But I thought you'd want to... uh.... see me."

"Tommy appointed himself my bodyguard."

"Right. Cool. Well, I appreciate knowing you're not dead." Small laugh. Wow, he must be high, saying that to Tommy's face. "Wow, I'm high."

"Yeah, you look kind of out of it. You okay, mate?"

"You sound like Phil. Not that that's a bad thing!"

"What does that mean."

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I got a bag of kettle chips at the party, it was great."

"Well, as long as you're alright, mate. Just had to check, 'cause you're so clingy."

"You do realize that doesn't make any sense, right, like, if you're the one following me around I'm pretty sure that makes you the clingy one. I bet Wilbur agrees with me."

"He would not."

"Hey, I'm with Toby. You've been clinging to me all day, being all oh Wilbur do this with me, Wilbur stay with me, Wilbur can we go see Toby, blah blah blah."

"Like I said. Sorry Tommy, you're outvoted, motion passes 2-1."

"This sucks. You guys suck. Maybe I will just find better friends and cling to them, hmm? --Hold on." He flips open his pocketknife and stabs a small slug-looking mal that had been climbing up the wall.