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[01:20 AM]
Incoming Call : Tony
‘Hello, Tony.’
Charles! You’re up. Good. Don’t your kind need their beauty sleep or something?
‘Yes, we do. But I don’t think your kind will ever allow it. Anyway, what do you want?’
I want to borrow your boyfriend for tomorrow.
‘Haven’t you already done that?’
Touché. But that was for work. Listen, I feel bad about bringing the guy here on his engagement day, so now, I want to borrow him for fun.
‘You have to be more specific when you end something with fun. Not all of us adhere to your definition of the word.’
I want to take him to check out the local scene.
‘By check out the local scene, you mean you want to go to a strip club and you want him to accompany you.’
Tomato tomāto.
‘No.’
Oh, come on, Charles. All work and no play makes Erik a dull boy. Wait… your Erik is already dull. In that case, it makes him a depressing boy.
‘He’s charming enough for me. That aside, it doesn’t matter what I say. He will not agree to it.’
Au contraire, he might be interested. He was last time.
‘He told me that last time was an accident, and I believe him.’
He may tell you all he wants, Charlie, but I was there and I know what happened.
‘God! What was I thinking when I sent him with you? I should have known that you are a bad influence on him.’
Oh please, Charles! Like any of us can even try to influence your boyfriend. And quit playing coy; you know that you are the only one who can influence him. How do you do it, anyway? Do you plant hex bags under his pillow? Or do you have a witch on speed dial? Oh, I bet you have a witch on speed dial—
‘Oh, shush... Fine! You can take him if he agrees to come along.’
Thank you. That is all I ask of you.
‘Is that all?’
Ya, well. Gotta go. Bye!
‘Good night, Tony.’
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