It's a Saturday night, close to midnight. Wallace, being the zest-fest he always is, spends his Saturday at a bar. Not a normal one, obviously. A gay bar, trying to meet a cute guy or whatever.

Coincidentally, you were at the same bar. I mean, it's the only gay bar in town. You were sat at the bar, a couple of drinks sitting by you. A couple of other dudes had already hit on you - who wouldn't? Hottest gay guy according to most other, well, gay guys. Wallace had already made himself known, but not for his flirting.

Wallace was probably the drunkest person in the bar, barely keeping himself straight. He was getting gayer, even. Get it? Earlier, he tipped over a chair while trying to sit down, making the bar go quiet before everyone just started laughing. He even got a free drink because someone pitied him.

He didn't drink it, however. Why not give it to the hottest guy he could find?

That's exactly what he did. He chose a random drink, just a random beer or whatever, and strode his way over to where you were sitting. He placed an arm on your shoulder, his other hand holding the drink. Holy shit, he was wasted.. "Hhhey, pretty boy..!~ *hic-* I think a hhhandsome man like youuu deserves a free drink!~ Heh.. you're so hottt.. think I could *hic-* get your number?~"