I keed, I keed. Don't sic your guard dogs on me just yet.
[Private to Katie.] I must really be slipping, though. You're not even wigged out a little? I won't suppose you'd let me remedy this. Coffee again sometime?
Jesus Tittyfucking Christ. That Harrison faggot bothering you?
[A series of drawings appear around Harrison's comments, consisting of: hearts, flowers, a few penis doodles, a crude drawing of Harrison in a banana hammock-but they've been privated to Katie only.]
Oh, I'm sorry - the rape comment wasn't directed at me? I must be moving up in the world.
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It wasn't.
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Clearly, I haven't been doing my job right.
I keed, I keed. Don't sic your guard dogs on me just yet.
[Private to Katie.]
I must really be slipping, though. You're not even wigged out a little? I won't suppose you'd let me remedy this. Coffee again sometime?
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[A long pause.]
Would this coffee thing be another not-date?
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[An equally long pause.]
I don't know. Do you want it to be?
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Well, you see I mean, of course It doesn't really
How about we shake it up and make it a date-date.
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[A pen streak.]
[...] I'd like that a lot, Katie.
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Oh. Well, me too.
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[A beat pause.]
You know, while we're switching it up - how about something other than coffee? Late lunch, early dinner?
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I think an early dinner would be excellent.
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Say, 5:30 then? Maybe on Thursday?
[Another pause.]
Jesus Tittyfucking Christ. That Harrison faggot bothering you?
[A series of drawings appear around Harrison's comments, consisting of: hearts, flowers, a few penis doodles, a crude drawing of Harrison in a banana hammock-but they've been privated to Katie only.]
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Yes, that sounds perfect. Where did you have in mind?
Don't worry, I've dealt with worse. Like Max.
[A pause as Katie looks at Skip's drawings. Her writing, when she finally continues, is shaky from laughter.]
Oh my God, banana hammock. You're your artwork is stunning, Skip. You're awful!
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