D is for Date

“Do you want to go out tonight?”

“Everyone else going?”

“For sure.”

“Great, let me just get me stuff.”

“Have you got any cigarettes?”

“I don’t smoke anymore, remember?”

“Jamie, you always used to smoke.”

“Kate, you know I gave up last month. Don’t tempt me.”

“Lord, you have a stronger will than I have.”

“Move over a little, you’re in the way of my shoes.”

“Not the big zebra ones!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll wear a different pair.”

“Please do, those ones are hideous.”

“Quiet, I like them.”

“Right. So. Where do you want to go?”

“Surely you organized this?”

“To be honest, I… I wanted to see you alone. Like… like a date.”

“Understandable, I guess. I am pretty loveable, huh?”

“Vain git.”

“Were you planning on talking to me like that all night?”

“Xaviera Hollander told me it’s a good way of picking up guys.”

“You know Xaviera? How’d you meet her?”

“Zoo.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Bozo the Clown introduced us there.”

“Clowns? I didn’t know you knew any clowns.”

“Dare I tell you over dinner? Come on, let’s go.”