At the Bar

“So, tell me, if you’re not interested, why are you still in touch?”

“Because”.

“Oi! Don’t give me that. What do you mean “because”?”

“Just that. Anyway, why shouldn’t I?”

“Because!”

“Hey, that’s my line.”

“No, really. Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Why are you still seeing her?”

“Look, why shouldn’t I? I’m not attached, she’s not attached..”

“Don’t you think you might just be leading her on? Like.. she might think there is hope after all?”

“Hey, I’ve made things clear. If she has those thoughts, that’s not my fault, or problem! Besides, for the time being, whenever I need a date or escort to any do, or should I need somebody to go to the movies with, since I hate going alone…”

“You’re a jackass, big time, you know that!”

“Call me whatever, man! I’m still the one for many!”

“Ah shush! Drink up before I pour the drink all over your face!”

“Do that and you’re buying the next! Chill, man. It’s nothing. You think too much. You’re always that “Mr Nice Guy”. Haven’t you learned that gets you nowhere?”

“yeah… I have to say you’re right. But I can hope, that one day..”

“And that, my friend, is when we all say.. “dream on!”. Drink up. You’re so pathetic but you’re my best mate, so I’ll buy another round. Come on. Hey look, 3 o’clock.. babes on the move! Yeah baby! Out of my way, people!”

“Well, you coming or what?”