"hey...heard your girl's won that award...oh, oh. wait she's not your girl anymore. my bad."
"why do you have to come in and shit on my day?"
"what the fuck, man? she's all over the news! i gotta hand it to her - she's good. and she's getting preee- teh. have you tapped her 'fore? oh sorry i forgot, you haven't!"
"..."
"oh, you're here bret. just in time for dinner."
"hey, sweetcakes. what's for dinner? ooh, chinese...i love chinese!"
"bret, do you really have to call her that?"
"call her what?"
"..."
"what?! she is a sweetcake! aren't you?"
"you're so funny."
"bret, do you remember? she's my girlfriend."
"mason, i'm just stating an absolute fact! come on, man!"
"it doesn't sound - feel right - especially when i'm around!"
"shit man!"
"hey, hey you guys! stop the fighting.... god! mason, come on, let's eat. i'm sorry i'm so late."
"..love chinese..hmm ooh what's this...hmm.."
"fine with me. 's long as you got dinner. i'm actually starving."
"you poor thing."
"..."
"what?"
"don't say that."
"don't say what?"
"nothing."
"are you alright, mason?"
"yeah, yeah. i'm - i'm fine."
"you sound so irritated."
"he's got menstrual cramps. haha. menstrual cramps."
"shut it bret, not funny."
"alright, alright! backing off. backing off. geez. you guys better get laid. maybe all he needs is a little fucking boost. do that little fellatio with him, hm hm yeah suck him. that'd be something to ease the whatever's fucking with his mind."
"you're disgusting."
"i know! thanks for noticing, sweetcakes."
"get out, bret."
"..."
"..."
"i said get out."
"what the fuck,man. i'm not even fin---"
"get the fuck out! you're eating my food and you're rude to my girl - and you're fucking irritating, what the fuck man?!"
"whoa. man, you just cussed on me. o- okay. i'm out. you sound real angry. i'll see you some other time. sorry."
"..."
"..."
"what?!"
"nothing."
"..."
"it's just that, bret's always like that, you know, and you never seemed to mind. not until tonight."
"...i - i'm going, out."
"why? what for?"
"i'm sorry, katie. i need a drink."
"i'll come with - "
"------"
" - you."
***
"she's the real deal, huh?"
"huh? what?"
"you've been looking at that screen, boy, and i can see those admiring eyes."
"yeah, i guess she is."
"she just won that award, you know?"
".....so i've heard."
"you better get in, son, it's freezing cold out here."
"yeah."
"let me get you a beer."
"oh, oh, no, sir. i'm just - "
"it's okay, boy, i own the place. take a seat."
"thanks."
"here. fresh and warm for yah."
"thanks, again, mister -"
"slick. call me slick."
"o! mister slick."
"hmm, better lay-off the mister. just slick."
"okay, slick."
"that's better."
"i'm - i'm mason."
"hello, mason. you're into rock?"
"rock?! hell, that's my whole world!"
"ha ha! i like that! say... why don't you come over tomorrow night. a huge band is playing - as in huge - bring someone if you like."
"well..slick... i..."
"they've been playing here for some time now and they're pretty good. i like the frontman - got guts, that. you have to see them if you're into rock."
"i'll see to that, slick."
"there! then i'll see you tomorrow night?"
"yeah, i guess."
"great! now, just sit tight and enjoy the music now. i'm a have someone to meet. yo, al, give him some more beer!"
"thanks, slick."
"no problemo, mason.i'll see you around."
"yeah."
"have fun now.
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