Aw, this is a quaint little scene, isn't it? Scott. Serra. Beer. Scott still harbouring tainted and obssessive love for Serra. Play 'New Found Glory' or some other teen idol band and we've got ourselves a teen movie! Even more so if we break out the drink spikes and they rock the Casb--let's go no further and move on, shall we?


"Don't we all? Well, me for one, anyway. They were fun, if not possibly a danger for our health," he says, "My body, more so my liver, probably hates me, drinking like we did, or do, before I'm forty," he adds, with a slight grin as he sips his drink (proving the point or so much). God knows why, Scott's just amused really, really easy. It's probably quite bad for him, because he'll start giggling at a fence one day and freak people out. More than usual, that is.


"Sounds a lot more thrilling than my job, anyway. Fuck, everyone's job is more thrilling than mine. I should stow away in someone's suitcase one day and actucally live a little bloody bit," he says. Yes, Scott's life is boring. Poor him. Snap, there goes the smallest string on the World's Smallest Violin. There's a slight pause, before he continues.

"Anyway. We should have those drinking binges away. Heck, we could have one right now, if you didn't have to get Taco Bell soon. I've got enough alcohol, and along with MtV, we could have a mini-rave." Scott, are you suggesting that you and Serra get really, really drunk? For no reason? You ass, that is not nice! However, it does fun, yes?