Dave: Get some apple juice.
After updating sweet bro and hella jeff, eating four slices of pizza, laying down some sick rhymes, and getting stuck in the new shitty video game he bought five times, Dave decides that he should probably get out of the apartment for a while. It's still daylight outside, and the old knight of time has been holed up inside his flat for the majority of the day with absolutely nothing productive to do. Though, honestly, he's been like that for almost the entire week.
Still, he supposes he should at least grace the world with his presence, so Dave goes to stand up and turn off his Xbox. Slipping on a red sweater and a pair of sneakers, the blond grabs his wallet and iPhone before casually leaving and locking the door behind him. He has no idea where he's going, but he figures that by the time he makes it to ground level he'll have some sort of idea. Probably.
Unfortunately, that doesn't happen.
Nonetheless, Dave simply starts walking to wherever his feet takes him. It isn't as if he'd get lost, anyway. He eventually finds himself at the local corner store down the street, for God knows what reason, but decides he might as well go inside and get some apple juice while he's there. Nothing else to do.
Christ, he needs to get a hobby or something.