"So what's wrong with Dawson's Creek?"

"It's fucking vapid, Aaron. It's like... like... like Party of Five but everyone wears better clothes and have all been fed aphrodisiacs."

"It just so happens that my high school experience was like this."

"Oh boy..."

"Don't smirk. Besides, you watch Melrose Place, Barb, so how is that different?"

"Because there's no point in that show where they attempt to say 'This is real life, folks.' It's a complete over-the-top fantasy show."

"I don't want to go to the club."

"I want to go."

"Go without me."

"I don't want to do that. It's raining out. I'll leave in the middle of the night. Besides, I want to spend the evening with you."

"Hmm. Some Thai food, a bottle of red wine, and I'll tape Dawson's Creek."

"Look, let me call Deb and see what she's doing, okay?"

Long pause.

"Aaron."

"Yeah."

"You know what? Deb's going, so I can just travel with her at the end of the night. In fact, you know, she just lives a couple of blocks away from the club, so maybe I'll just end up spending the night over at her place."

Pause.

"I'll go."

"But you just said..."

"I..." Sigh. "You're right. I'm not being fair. You really want to go and it won't kill me to go. And yeah, we've spending a lot of time in lately. Maybe it'll do us some good to both be out for an evening."

Pause.

"Well... okay."

"You still want me to go, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. That's what I said, right?"

"Yeah, well. Okay."

"Let me go to the bathroom and I'll be ready to go."

"Yeah, okay."