Roxy stumbled out of the bar, a bottle of vodka close to her heart, her other hand stretched out, palm opened. She was drunkly singing the lyrics to "Teen Idle;" however she was so far off that it was almost unrecognizable. Belting out chords at the top of her lungs, she turned and twirled down the dark, damp street, the cold air blowing through her legs. The little light the posts were giving her were treated as spotlights, she running under them when she saw it fit to have a dramatic solo, which was quite often.

After singing the last line of the song at the highest pitch she could muster, and the longest she could hold it, she collapsed under the lamplight. Shaking from the cold, she started to cry, curling up in the fetal position. "Why," she murmured. "Why is it that all of my friends get to be happy, but me?" Her voice was raising, surely anyone could hear her now. "Don't I-I get to be happy for once, without the stupid use of this alcohol?" Roxy threw the bottle, watching it skid to into the unknown depths of the streets unknown. "God, for once I wanna be truly happy, but no one, god damn no one, cares about me. Especially when sober. Even… Even Janey said imma better drunk. I… I…" The young girl burst into sobs, not knowing what else to do. Her back was aching, her head was aching, and all she wanted to do was go home. Where she would be alone once more, but at least she would end up drunk and crying in a more familiar place.

Dirk was strolling through the neighborhood, clearing his head after all of the events from this afternoon. Fists balled up in his black jacket, he thought back to the day's earlier moments. He had to break it off with Jake, it was clear that the other wasn't happy, and instead of talking to him like a normal human being would have, he resorted to alternative methods. Even though he could act like it, Dirk wasn't a robot, just emotionally unreceptive. He didn't know how to really talk to another human, but how could he blame Jake for wanting to break it off? He was being clingy, like AR said, and Jake didn't have to put up with that of he didn't want to. He just wished that…

Wait.

Was that Roxy?

Dirk looked back at the figure under the spotlight he just passed, a confused look on his face. He must've been so deep in thought that he walked by her drunk figure without acknowledging it.

Taking a few steps back, he looked at her, and saw that she was in a real mess. It looked like she was crying, and cold, by the looks of it. Quickly taking off his jacket, he draped it over her, smiling just a bit as she clutched the ends of it and drew it nearer to her. She turned over to see who her savior was, and lo and behold, it was Dirk. "Dirk, you-" she began, but she stopped as soon as he picked her up, carrying her bridal style down the empty street.

Looking down at her, he smiled. "I did. Now save your energy. It's a long walk back to my apartment, and I may consider making you walk if I see you're well enough."

Glancing up at him, she returned the smile, and giggled. "Whateva you say, shining knight~" Keeping the smile, she slowly fell back asleep, curling up towards him. His reserved smile still on his face, he walked down the damp street, feeling the goosebumps arise on his arms when the wind blew by.

Seeing something glint in the light, he veered off towards that direction, and saw that it was the bottle Roxy most likely had before she curled up in the fetal position. After looking at it for what seems like a millennium, he kicked off to his right, where he heard the satisfying shattering of the glass bottle echo throughout the street. He picked up his pace now, anxious to get to his apartment, so that Roxy could finally rest in an appropriate place.