Dave sat back on his couch, and made no attempt to be patient for John and Rose to show up at his place. He was already playing a random new video game that he – and by "he" he meant John – bought at the local gaming store. So far it was something to be expected, but at least the graphics were great. Soon, the familiar sound of the front door opening and the voices of his friends reached his ears, but he didn't bother to greet them. John was babbling on to Rose about some girl named Bridgette, who Dave guessed was that new girl John was so infatuated with.

"Did you talk to her yet?" Dave questioned passively, not even trying to mask his disinterest.

John threw his bag onto the floor and flopped down next to Dave. He heaved a sigh. "No because-"

"Because you're too much of a pussy, that's why," Dave finished for him. He let out a growl as a creature came out of nowhere on the TV screen and attacked his character.

"Stop it," Rose Lalonde scolded with a disapproving look. She sat in a reclining chair to the left of the boys. "You have to do a combo attack to defeat him."

"I know what I'm doing," Dave grumbled.

Rose mumbled an 'obviously' under breath and turned her attention to John. "Why don't you just sit next to her tomorrow, so that way you can talk to her more easily?"

John nodded, his mind not totally processing what she had said. His attention was more on the game Dave was playing. "Give me a controller."

Rose sighed in defeat, and pulled out a book from her bag. "I'm telling you, John, don't be so intimidated by her."

"You didn't see the hard on he had earlier," Dave said. "What the fuck are you doing, Egbert?"

John flushed a deep red, but refused to comment on Dave's first statement. Instead, he focused on the game. "I'm sprinting. What does it look like?"

Dave rolled his eyes. "It looks like you are going the wrong way."

"You guys are ridiculous," Rose said, not even looking up from her book.

"What's ridiculous is Egbert's fear of vagina. Dude, come on. Focus."

"I am," John said with annoyance laced in his voice. "And I don't have a fear of it."

Dave nodded slowly. "Right, right. 'Cause you want that chick's vag all over your-"

Rose curled her lip in disgust, this time looking up from her book. "You're nasty, Dave."

"Bridgette," John interjected as he pressed hard on the button that shot his weapon of choice to a diseased looking creature twice his size. "Her name is Bridgette."

Dave leaned back in success as his character reached the designated destination before John's character. "That's how it's done."

John's brow formed an uncharacteristic frown as he attempted to pick up his pace and drown out Dave's constant demeaning comments. Some days it really got to him. But images of Bridgette kept popping up in his mind, ruining his focus in the most pleasant of ways. Before he knew it, his character was bombarded with blasts of opposing non-playable characters, thus ending his character's life. John groaned in defeat, and slumped back against the couch.

"You fail like it's your motherfucking job," Dave said and took a gulp of his soda. "In more ways than one, too."

"Oh, fuck you," John mumbled. Rose raised her brow at John's uncharacteristic swearing, but shrugged it off. At least he was biting back a little bit.

Dave drank the last of his soda, and gave it a shake as he swallowed. He looked towards the side of the couch, checking the now empty soda box. "Fuck. No more." He stood up, and headed towards the door. "Going to get more shit. And Egbert – " he paused and looked over his shades and pointed a finger. "Don't fuck anything up."

John rolled his eyes. He watched as Dave left the apartment, and once he shut the door, he let out a groan.

"I hear you," Rose said knowingly. "He bothers me, too."

John smiled a little bit and ran his fingers through his hair. "I think I will try and talk to Bridgette tomorrow."

Rose smiled and peered over her book. "Good. I'm glad." She thought for a moment, and added softly, "And you don't 'fail' like it's your 'job.' Don't listen to him."

John smiled a little bit wider and began to plan out how he was going to strike up conversation with that striking new girl.