Someone is knocking on Dave's door.

She brought oreos.

"Come in."

Who could it be, Dave wonders?

He's in a t-shirt and jeans, flipping through a catalogue of all kinds of goboes and other lighting things. He's wishing he had more money to spare.

A catalogue of motorcyle accessories lies next to him on the couch.

He's already looked through that one. It was excruciating, because all the awesome stuff he can't afford.

Well, she'll take that as the invitation that it is.

Ou, cool, it's an older guy. Cute-ish too.

But she's more busy poking around through his stuff and looking into other rooms and all, because she isn't here to talk to him.

Girl, rather short, big green coat, brown pigtails and an intensely cheerful expression.

Dave looks at this for a moment with a frown.

"Who the hell are you and what're you doing in my apartment?"

For the record, Swallow, Dave has a girlfriend. He likes his girlfriend very much. And anything that involves his being 'cute' would be highly illegal.

She looks down her nose at him haughtily.

"Someone who doesn't need her nose washed out with soap." Pause. "Mouth. I meant mouth."

Looking around yet again, she adds, "And I'm looking for Wick. He around?"

Dave flips her off.

"No idea. Little fucker goes wherever he pleases."

He leans back and folds his arms.

"This is my place, he just hangs around."

Because neither of them have a choice in the matter.

"Weirdo."

She tosses a bag of oreos at him, with a belated, "Catch."

"Those're for him. Tell him I said thanks."

And with another muttered 'weirdo', I think she leaves.