[Dave's facade of confidence is like a delicate bubble, just waiting to be popped by literally anything. Yet, thus far, he's managed to continue on steadily. That is until someone points out his admirable, care-free attitude and he goes right back to feeling like a huge dork.

This guy genuinely believes he's like this all the time, though. Somewhere in Dave's brain is the phrase fake it until you make it and it seems like now is as good a time as any to pretend he isn't crippled socially.]

If you're looking to put yourself into a judgement free zone, I have one word for you buddy. [He cups his hands around his mouth, like he's telling a secret.]

Alcohol. Or it's magic shades. I dunno. I don't think anyone else here cares too much, but they're passing around party drugs like they're skittles. [Not that he's going to try them.]