"Hello!"
"Hey... Deb, it's Barb."
"Oh, jeez, sorry, I thought it was going to be someone else."
"A little tense tonight?"
"Just 'till the sleeping pills kick in."
"Look, Deb, just wanted to see if you were going to the show tonight."
"Probably not, tell the truth."
"You and Eric having some problems?"
"Not really. Some minor disagreements with matters of trust these days."
"Oh. Well, maybe going out would be good for you, then."
"You want me to go, Barb, don't you."
"Well... You know, with Carl and all..."
"Jesus, Barb, is that still going on?"
"No. Yes. I'm not sure. We've fucked a couple of times now, nothing big. I'm just afraid he's going to show up tonight, and I'm..."
"You want me to keep you hosed down like two dogs in heat."
"Well... uh..."
Sigh. "What?"
"Actually, if I end up at his place tonight, I want the excuse of you being at the club so I could say I crashed at your place."
"Don't get me involved, Barb."
"You're not involved. I just want you to come and enjoy yourself and drink some bourbon."
"Yeah, well, don't hold your breath."
"Think about it, at least? Okay?"
"Okay. I'll think about it."
"Yeah. Hopefully I'll see you tonight."
"Maybe."
"Okay. See ya."
"Bye."