Ron: Hi, Dorothy...
Dorothy: Oh, hi, Ron. Here to apologize?
Ron: Yeah, I know, I'm so sorry... I wasn't exactly myself last night...
Dorothy: You must admit that drunk messaging a girl you've met just a couple of days ago was not the greatest of ideas.
Ron: Yeah, yeah, I'm really sorry, you know...
Dorothy: You should be.
Ron: But really, if I can do anything so that, you know, you forgive me for what I wrote...
Dorothy: Ok, so now you're (hopefully) sober please remind me and yourself what your wrote.
Ron: Uh, well, is that really necessary?
Dorothy: Yes, it is.
Ron: Well, I wrote a William Blake-like poem about your breasts...
Dorothy: The "fearful symmetry" part was interesting, I have to admit it.
Ron: Yeah... I'm really sorry about that and the audio message...
Dorothy: If you mean the recording of you singing The Bad Touch, yes, that was pretty inappropriate.
Ron: Damn, I'm an idiot. Will you ever forgive me?
Dorothy: I'll let you know. Sorry, I'm in a troll-ish mood today, so don't expect me to forgive you just like that! Let me have my revenge first. How's the headache?
Ron: Well, I've been drunk before, so I'll survive, I'd say...
Dorothy: So I guess you can survive not writing to me for a while. See you!
Ron apologizes for drunk messaging Dorothy. Dorothy is still upset. She doesn't want to hear Ron for some time.