quarter to four on the dance floor
there are still errors in the typing machine. i get a grip on the bitterness of conversation whilst hitting on the blonde on the couch. it is time for a different mood and a change in tone.
patrick is back on the phone communicating with someone somewhere else. perhaps they are sitting in a turkish bath. what are you drinking pat? may i have some of that?
you are so unbelievable. run down to the late shop and get a bottle of jammy.
on this side of the table i seem to be making real progress here. a name and number in my pocket. but the guy she came here with wants to go. tic toc.
there is a line into alberto's room. i can no longer see tina by the sink. i feel a seachange.
i have a seasonal rotation of lovable fruit, but carbohydrates are as close to essential as the term can cast its syllables. pat is off the phone trying to play it cool. jono dives in after the hawks claiming whatever friend's benefits he can.