"So, you told her I said the wrong name. What else have you told your best friend?" he says, hunched down as he's staking the plant cloth into the ground.

"I tell her everything. She knows everything about me...every little detail. Why?"

"Well, I wanted to know what else your best friend knows about me. Did you tell her ALL the details?" he asks, looking up with wide eyes.

"Yep."

"Did you tell her anything...well...performance-wise?"

"Oh, you mean if you were good or not?"

"Right."

"Of course, but I don't really feel like having this conversation right now."

"C'mon...just tell me!" he whines.

"No, it's a pointless conversation. And you're telling me that no one has ever told you if you were good or not?"

"Nope."

"Bullshit."

"Well, tell me this...have you had better?"

"Yes."

"Ouch," he winces.

"You asked, I told."

"Well, that cuts deep. I was extremely intoxicated you know."

"Whatever makes you feel better about it."

"I didn't even know my own name let alone anyone else's!" He stands up, flailing his arms.

"Whatever."

"Ok fine. What are you doing tonight? I need to prove myself." He crosses his arms.

"Hah! No. There doesn't need to be another time. No need to prove yourself. I think I've had enough."

"Why not? It'll be fun."

"Nope. What would be the point? You called me the wrong name even. Why would that make me wanna do it again?"

"I told you I was intoxicated. And it's not like I did it on purpose!"

"Of course you didn't do it on purpose. I highly doubt you go around wondering what other name you can call so-and-so. Nevertheless, it just shouldn't happen again."

"Well, you know where I stand...you know the digits if you ever want to."

"Right." I'm sure Rachel would really appreciate hearing this conversation, wouldn't she?