You Trained These Lips When They Were Champs
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"What the fuck you want, Schleiter?"
"That's no way to say hello," he responds, pretending to be insulted.
"What would you rather I said, 'Yo yo yiggity yo, what's crackin', home skillet?' Ha!"
He laughs. "Never.... Again."
"Whatever. So back to the original question... What the fuck you want, Schleiter?"
"You still owe me a favor."
"Yeah... And?" Getting impatient... I wish he'd get to the point.
"I kinda need that favor."
"No, I can't get you laid. That you gotta do yourself."
"Aagh, just me? That wouldn't be much fun, it's better if there's someone else there." SO not what I meant!
"Shut up, jeez. So what do you need?"
"Okay, so I got a buddy who's-" I cut him off.
"I am NOT a prostitute."
"No, I'm not asking you to bang him. But just listen. All right, so my buddy's got it real bad for this chick who's dating the guitarist of another band we're touring with."
"That probably eliminates all of your non-bandmates. Just tell me it's not Kevin..."
"Rest easy, it's not Kevin. It's Alec."
"Ooh, nummy." Now we're talkin'! "What's the deal here?"
"So she's absolutely devoted to this guitarist. Quick fill-in, her name's May-ann, he's Jeff from Cute is What We Aim For."
"Incidentally, I heard something about him having a girlfriend."
"Okay, well, help him get his mind off of May-ann."
"All right.. But you gotta come here."
"We are."
"Creepy much?" He's gotta work on that... badly.
"No, I don't mean at your house. Still live in Berkeley?"
"Oh yeah, same place as a couple years ago."
"Oh good. Be there in about half an hour."
"A'ight. Later.... Home skillet."
"AAARGH!! No more! Bye."
"That's no way to say hello," he responds, pretending to be insulted.
"What would you rather I said, 'Yo yo yiggity yo, what's crackin', home skillet?' Ha!"
He laughs. "Never.... Again."
"Whatever. So back to the original question... What the fuck you want, Schleiter?"
"You still owe me a favor."
"Yeah... And?" Getting impatient... I wish he'd get to the point.
"I kinda need that favor."
"No, I can't get you laid. That you gotta do yourself."
"Aagh, just me? That wouldn't be much fun, it's better if there's someone else there." SO not what I meant!
"Shut up, jeez. So what do you need?"
"Okay, so I got a buddy who's-" I cut him off.
"I am NOT a prostitute."
"No, I'm not asking you to bang him. But just listen. All right, so my buddy's got it real bad for this chick who's dating the guitarist of another band we're touring with."
"That probably eliminates all of your non-bandmates. Just tell me it's not Kevin..."
"Rest easy, it's not Kevin. It's Alec."
"Ooh, nummy." Now we're talkin'! "What's the deal here?"
"So she's absolutely devoted to this guitarist. Quick fill-in, her name's May-ann, he's Jeff from Cute is What We Aim For."
"Incidentally, I heard something about him having a girlfriend."
"Okay, well, help him get his mind off of May-ann."
"All right.. But you gotta come here."
"We are."
"Creepy much?" He's gotta work on that... badly.
"No, I don't mean at your house. Still live in Berkeley?"
"Oh yeah, same place as a couple years ago."
"Oh good. Be there in about half an hour."
"A'ight. Later.... Home skillet."
"AAARGH!! No more! Bye."
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Liz! finally!!! you heard about her in the eighteenth chapter, and this was the plot that Tom was bubbling with the other guys except Alec.see, I'm not being mean to him anymore. sorta.
If you call, 'one of your friends fixing you up with someone you don't know without you knowing about it' not mean, then I guess it's not.
Has anyone ever noticed I'm better with dialogue than with describing a situation?