Dialogue Color: #336A3B
His beer run had taken a little bit longer than expected, but luckily, not for any reasons regarding his fake ID. There had just been an unusually long line at the store, thanks to two of the self-checkout kiosks being disabled. He made it home with two Bud Light tall boys, and one black cherry lemonade Mike's Harder tall boys. He felt stupid buying the last, and he knew that his friends would all grill him for being a "girly" drink, but he really was curious to see what it tasted like. All of the girls that he hung out with seemed to drink them by the dozen, and though he was sure that the high sugar content would make his stomach feel too full, he wasn't against giving it a shot. He had a whole pizza and some garlic knots to finish (though by now, he had completely forgotten that he had added the knots to the order too), so the drinks were going to be welcomed once the food got there. Coincidentally, by the time that he got back to the building, he got an alert on his phone that the delivery man should be there within the next five minutes, and luckily for Dylan, it only took two or three. "Duuuuuuude," he responded, a cheesy grin on the face as he accepted the pizza box and bag on top. "You are the fucking best, bro," he said, probably sounding pretty obnoxious as he thanked the delivery man. What probably would have been a better thank you would have been a nice tip, but Dylan had paid online when ordering, and he wasn't that nice as to feel like tipping when he wasn't already taking out cash.
He nearly dropped the pizza while making his way up the first flight of stairs, but managed to catch it before it slid out of his grip. He wasn't bothered by it though, and actually muttered out a "Fuck, man," with a laugh, as he regained control over it. He reached the second flight of stairs when a red-headed girl, probably somewhere around his age, came bounding towards him. She barely seemed to be paying attention, and since Dylan wasn't either, they nearly collided until she stopped abruptly in front of him. He laughed, because that seemed like the most appropriate thing to do, and when he noticed the cat pajamas she was wearing, his grin grew even wider. "Sick pajamas. They look warm," he said, trying to be cheeky somewhat, but also being partially genuine in the compliment, because they did look warm, and a girl as cute as she was could definitely pull them off.