Mark Zuckerberg

"What, to your Alice?" Eduardo asks, letting out a dry laugh around the mouth of his glass. It isn't a metaphor that makes any sense to him, but that isn't surprising, both because this is Mark, who tends to think on a different level than most sane humans, and because Mark is quickly and obviously becoming more and more drunk, which shouldn't be amusing but it actually kind of is. At least, if Eduardo removes the past from the equation, it is, and though that's something he shouldn't be doing, it's a train of thought he can't help even so. Unwise or not, he wishes he could really do so, that this could be like normal instead of the façade they're trying to substitute for it. He distracts himself from dwelling on it by trying to fit everyone else they know into Mark's analogy, as illogical as it seems when none of the rest of them are here. (The Winklevosses are Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. Dustin and Chris are the Mad Hatter and the March Hare. He doesn't get any farther than Sean as the Queen of Hearts before he has to stop, wondering if he can blame the alcohol, too, or if he's really so desperate to keep things okay that he's stooped to this level.)

Finishing off the last of his drink in an effort to stop himself from thinking, he shakes his head. "Not sure you could pull off the blue dress, man. No offense, but you don't really have the figure for it."