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Dot: You called?
Dot: Where are you?
Dot: At home. Preparing dinner for Dot’s homecoming later.
Dot: You’re home? Let’s drink!
Dot: Now?!
Dot: Yeah.
Dot: Where?
Dot: Where we drank with your artsy fag friend.
Dot: Haha. Couldn’t it be somewhere in our side of the city? Just going to finish this then take a shower.
Dot: ETA?
Dot: 2 hours max.
Dot: Don’t take too long.
Dot: Wait for me, okay?
Dot: Ayt.

(Later)
Dot: Finally.
Dot: Excuse me, I’m on time. Fucking traffic. My ass hurts already and I didn’t even drive. So why are you guys drinking early?
Dot: Ask (…)

(Then)
Dot: Let’s see if I can still drink. You?
Dot: I’m supposed to go to this shindig in an hour, you know.
Dot: Like you really want to go there. Well?
Dot: Guess I’m ditching that. At least it’s night already. I’m in.
Dot: Here. Still good?
Dot: Weak.
Dot: No shit? How’s this.
Dot: Oh yeah, you’re back to being the best rum coke mixer. How have you been?
Dot: (Moving, good news) and what’s up?
Dot: (Dealing, good news, and what’s up) threw me off.
Dot: Choice. You okay?
Dot: Yeah. You have to exercise. Imagine all that weight fucking a girl. That hurts. Be nice. Besides, I miss how you used to look so hot.
Dot: Haha. Yeah. Starting this weekend… And you’re in granny boots.
Dot: It’s cold! Hug?
Dot: (Hug)
Dot: You know how to hug now? Shucks. Do you know about the suspension of Dot…
Dot: Yeah, Dot told me. That was stupid. Dot should have… How did you know?
Dot: Eyes and ears. We know that but let Dot be. Why do you always have to belittle Dot? Besides, it’s good for Dot’s soul that Dot is still saying fuck you to corporate whoredom…
Dot: Tsk…
Dot: Let it go…
Dot: …And are you a sell-out already?
Dot: Not like you. But I’m glad it’s all working out for you.
Dot: Haha.

(Over hell-roll-call…)
Dot: …Can you still drink?
Dot: Yeah. I remember when you were depressed in...
Dot: Oh, yeah…
Dot: Damn, that break-up really fucked you up, huh?
Dot: Yeah.
Dot: You really loved her.
Dot: Yeah. You know, she is now…
Dot: …Would you want to be with her now if you could?
Dot: Hell no.
Dot: Still fucked up by the was but don’t want the is. That’s real. Dot?
Dot: Yeah?
Dot: I don’t want to ever see you like that again. That was bad.
Dot: It won’t happen again.
Dot: See, that’s why you… Anyway, still dating the same girl? The girl I met last time we saw each other?
Dot: When was that again?
Dot: Shit Dot, just last July.
Dot: Hehe, yep.
Dot: Really? That’s good. She’s okay.
Dot: Yep.
Dot: So how long would this one last?
Dot: Haha.

(Laughing…)
Dot: Sigh, c’mon, drink up.
Dot: Dude, I’m not fucking Irish like you.
Dot: Haha, that’s a good one.
Dot: You always tell me I take too long in drinking. There! You’re a despot.
Dot: Somebody had to tell your brain what’s bullshit.
Dot: And that’s you. Boy did you make me feel stupid about a lot of things. I remember the only time I really got mad at you.
Dot: Why did you?
Dot: Never mind.
Dot: When?
Dot: 2002. You came to my house all nice after to make peace, offered to drive me around in your first car, organized the tasks...
Dot: Oh yeah.
Dot: I said that I didn’t want to take a bath. Just to push you, hehe.
Dot: Hah, and I told you to take a bath.
Dot: The nice got thrown out and declared that you refused to leave unless I take a bath. You came in peace with demands. That’s so you!
Dot: Got things done, didn’t we.
Dot: Yeah. And you wouldn’t go home yet after because you were anxious about driving. Dot was heckling you. Fucking newbie.
Dot: Haha.

(More laughing…)
Dot: How long since you and I were like this?
Dot: Two years. Though we talked about it a little last July. I apologized.
Dot: Why the gap again?
Dot: You shouted at me about being with your ex.
Dot: No shit? I shouted at you?
Dot: Yep.
Dot: I did? Really?
Dot: Had to happen some time. Dot, I told you I like her.
Dot: Ah, her. So you’re still friends?
Dot: Yep though I only see her now and then.
Dot: Hmm.
Dot: What did you expect? And what did you really expect? You knew whose friend she was so what the hell were you thinking going out with her? You fucked up.
Dot: Yeah. Did I apologize?
Dot: For shouting at me?
Dot: Yeah.
Dot: Immediately because you made me cry.
Dot: Haha, now I remember. Sorry.
Dot: You already apologized. But then you told me that I was being pushy.
Dot: Haha, well…
Dot: I was. Sorry. And why do you think I don’t really ask you out for the past two years? Whenever we saw each other, it’s your call. Had to be. I fucked up. We’ve been busy anyway.
Dot: Yeah. I didn’t like you for the past two years anyway. I don’t know what you were thinking…
Dot: Haha, well…
Dot: I told you…
Dot: Yeah yeah. Oh and guess who said I don’t like taking risks?
Dot: Haha, who?
Dot: … wanted me to gamble.
Dot: Stupid.
Dot: Precisely. Why can’t people distinguish gambling from taking calculated risks. I thought everyone took Economics in high school.
Dot: Well…
Dot: Oh well. By the way, the rule is back: Can’t be friends with any of the girlfriends. No issues that way.
Dot: Good. And what brought that on?
Dot: The usual, you.
Dot: There you go.
Dot: You’re welcome. And really, you shouldn’t go for the same girl… I hated that. So doggie. There are more than enough for the two of you so don’t take girls away from Dot.
Dot: Haha. That was not my fault.
Dot: But you didn’t have to go for her, you know.
Dot: Haha. So have you fucked around?
Dot: Whoa, where the hell did that come from?!
Dot: Have you already?
Dot: Sure Dot, haven’t you heard that I’m the proud whore of Babylon for a while now.
Dot: Have you?
Dot: You know, you told me once about how someone oozing sex could be so---
Dot: What?
Dot: You never did finish that sentence.
Dot: Haha. Sounds like something I would say. Well?
Dot: You’re telling me I should fuck around?
Dot: Tsk.
Dot: What?
Dot: You’re not answering.
Dot: Smart man.
Dot: Argh.
Dot: Now we’re back to regular programming.
Dot: Haha, c’mon, drink that, we’re transferring.
Dot: Like I said.

(Driving…)
Dot: Geez, slow down.
Dot: I’m not Dot.
Dot: I know that you inconsiderate bastard! I’m trying to put on lipstick here!
Dot: Tsk, not slowing down.
Dot: Done anyway.