"Yeah, but he's big..." Her best friend said as she sat on a couch with her. "But he's muscular..." Her friend interrupted, "You sure it's muscle?" They both burst out laughing before they walked around the common room, talking to different people about different things.
"All I'm saying. Is that you would not brat a bear in a fight." The taller much bigger guy spoke, "But I could." His friend looked at him with an Are you serious right now, bro expression. "Yeah, I'm 250. I think I could. A bear has never met me before."
"So bears fight..." He searched for something on his laptop before looking back at him, "Moose and win. The Moose Canadians and fuckers in Alaska are saying they'd rather drive into a ditch than a Moose. You think you can take a Moose."
"Yeah, I-" Suddenly the big guy felt a tug on his blazer jacket, and he looked down to see the girl, "Yeah?" The girl looked up and him, "You'd lose, Deion." Deion looked down at her with a glare, "I'll up you onto a locker if you disrespect me again..."
"No, you're too soft to do that."