Connecting

(…More drunken laughing)
Dot:…said that the only way to tell if someone’s telling the truth is when naked.
Dot: Who the hell said that to you?
Dot: Never mind.
Dot: You do know that’s bullshit, right?
Dot: How couldn’t I when I’m friends with you. You made sure I would know which is bullshit.
Dot: Hahaha, monster.
Dot: Dot, I have to go. Really. Dot might be home already.
Dot: Okay, let’s go.
Dot: Dot, at least say goodbye to them.
Dot: Goodbye.
Dot: Geez, such charming manners. Remember when we would all pass out at your house but I wake you up just to drive me home? Aww, that was sweet.
Dot: Of course I am.
Dot: Haha, you just minded what my family would say because they would know I was with you. And you had to go back home, shower, change then go to work. Every time.
Dot: Brats.
Dot: Hah! We were a handful but thanks.
Dot: You wouldn’t really sleep, that’s why.
Dot: Yeah. Dot?
Dot: Yeah?
Dot: Did something happen between you and…
Dot: No. Too…
Dot: That’s a relief…
Dot: Do you still see her?
Dot: Nope but she’s in my to look-for list. Dot?
Dot: Yeah?
Dot: Can I throw bottles again while you drive?
Dot: No. Do you want to?
Dot: Why would I want to?
Dot: What’s bothering you? That suicide?
Dot: Just asking. Dot?
Dot: Yeah?
Dot: You know how to hold hands now, too.
Dot: Yeah.
Dot: Dot?
Dot: Yeah?
Dot: See?
Dot: Oh, that. She…
Dot: …You’re a coldhearted bastard.
Dot: Haha.
Dot: Can you at least not be with anyone who calls you that and is all over you please? That was disgusting. See? We fight and shit happens.
Dot: Haha. Shit, I’m drunk.
Dot: You are? Endurance beats speed.
Dot: Hah.
Dot: Shit, I’m tipsy.
Dot: Where did I park the car?
Dot: Not there. Over there. Man, we’re getting older. Want me to drive?
Dot: No. C’mon.
Dot: Stop dragging me!
Dot: Yeah yeah.
Dot: Dot?
Dot: Yeah?
Dot: I think I’m in love with you.
Dot: Hahahahahahaha!
Dot: I was right! Hahahahahaha!
Dot: No thanks to blue balls.
Dot: You made sure that wouldn’t happen.
Dot: Yeah.
Dot: Thank you for not lying to me.
Dot: No need.
Dot: You’re really a coldhearted bastard.
Dot: That’s why we’re friends.
Dot: Hahahaha! Yeah, almost ten years now.
Dot: Really? That long?
Dot: Yeah, one woman at least had to stay with you.
Dot: Hahahaha!