"I hate that fucking kid. Like…what is his deal?" Robbie grumbled, glaring at the ground and passing a smoldering joint to Nate. Lee and Thompson looked at one another, slightly concerned for Dipper's well-being.

"Aw, c'mon, Robbie, he's just a kid. He doesn't know what he's doing.", Lee replied, not very convincingly.

"Oh, whatever. He's smart. He's too smart. There's somethin' weird about him." Nate passed the joint to Thompson, who held it away from his face and passed it to Lee almost immediately.

"Robbie, man, chill oooout. You're super drunk and high and you don't know what the hell you're talking about. He's just a nerdy kiddo who likes your girlfri-" Nate clapped his hand over his mouth.

"Uh oh", Lee muttered, looking at the ground and putting the joint out in his ashtray. He knew that with Robbie, this could go one of two ways – irrational anger, or hopeless crying. Robbie's eyes immediately started to water.

"Aw, shit, Robbie, I'm sorry." Nate said sadly, scooting over on the floor to put an arm around the other teen's shaking shoulders.

"Wh-why are you s-sorry?" Robbie asked through his drunk sobbing. "This is all my fault anyway. D-dipper just made it happen faster." Thompson sighed.

"Robbie, you just…you just made a mistake, okay? Everyone fucks up in relationships, even Wendy. She'll forgive you. It's not like you actually brainwashed her anyway." Robbie, instead of being soothed by Thompson's words, just started crying harder.

"It wasn't just that! I fucking stood her up, man. She's the best thing that ever happened to me and I couldn't even wake up on time for our fucking date. I didn't even call her!"

"Only because you were scared she'd break up with you! You felt like shit about that for like 2 days after." Thompson responded, remembering how extra sullen Robbie had been after inadvertently ditching Wendy.

"That's no excuse. Wendy's great. She doesn't deserve that. She deserves way better. And I lied to her. Way more often than I wanna even admit." Lee pushed his hair out of his face and sighed.

"Man, if you're talking about the bear thing, she thought it was cute. She knows you wanna impress her. She only threw it back at you because she was pissed. Though, I gotta admit, the stolen song wasn't your best move, man. You can do better than that." Robbie started crying harder.

"Lee, what the hell!" Thompson asked, incredulous at the blonde's insensitivity. "You know he's a crier when he's wasted, you can't say that shit to him!" Lee threw his hands up.

"Well?! It's true, dude! Robbie, I love ya man, but I gotta look at this from Wendy's perspective and you fucked up there. But you guys have been friends for a long time now, and I'm pretty damn sure she'll see that and realize you're not the asshole she thinks you are right now. She loves you." Robbie sniffled and flipped his hair off his forehead.

"You really think so?", Robbie asked quietly. Lee chuckled.

"Yeah, man, of course. Wendy's cool. You know that. She won't hold a grudge." Lee looked around the room, taking in Lee next to a slumped over Robbie, arm around his shoulders and Thompson sitting against the wall with his face inside of his shirt to avoid the smoke.

"Jeez, we need to get outta here. This is depressing. Can we go somewhere, Thompson?" he asked. Thompson nodded enthusiastically.

"Uhhh YES, anywhere is better than in he-"

"PARTY STORE!" Robbie shouted, waving a Pabst around. Nate's face crinkled. "Dude, where did you even get that?" "Robbie chugged the remainder of the cheap beer and shrugged.

"Mini fridge." Nate rolled his eyes.

"Damn it, dude, that was my last one. Fine. Whatever. Thompson, party store sound good?" Nate asked, already grabbing his shoes.

"Yeah, that's fine. Robbie, c'mo-" Thompson stopped short upon Robbie running past him out the door, cheering.

"PARTY STORE, PARTY STOOOOREEE, WHOOOOOOO!