‘I swear, if you don’t go over there and ask her to dance, I’ll go over and tell her that my friend has a crush on her.’
‘No you won’t.’
‘Oh yeah I will, just like as if we were eight and out in the school playground.’
‘Oh God, I remember you doing that! That was so embarrassing.’
‘Well, if you don’t want it happening again…’
‘Stop it will you, I only agreed to come to this nightclub so I could keep drinking.’
‘You said she was pretty.’
‘She is pretty. I’m quite happy to admire her from here.’
‘Fine, I guess I’ll have to go then. Just don’t do what you did when we were kids.’
‘I don’t remember.’
‘You pulled her ponytail and ran away. You made her cry.’
‘No wonder I blocked that out. I’ve never been good with girls.’
‘You just need to act confident.’
‘I don’t feel confident.’
‘Whatever. One of us is going over to her. What’s there to lose?’
‘Oh God. Okay I’ll go. Buy me a whiskey so I can start drowning my sorrows as soon as I return.’
‘Maybe I should do it? You’re going to screw it up.’