[No one wants to see a drunk Strider. Not Dave, Dirk, or Bro. They'd all be terrible drunks. He pauses, debating exactly what to say and sighs.] Had. I've been moving back and forth between here and outside. Let's just say my sister saved me a bit of embarrassment and I've been thinking.

[He rubs at his light sensitive eyes and removes the mask, replacing it with his shades. Ow, fuck ow, headache approaching.] I mean, if we're going to be stuck in pokeland - why let that stop us from doing what we wanted to before it all went to hell? Or what we wanted to in a place that wasn't hell.

[Because he remembers without even needing to pause that Dirk grew up alone.] Fuck. I've become that guythat thinks of serious issues when I should be partying and chilling out.