A: Do you really think I would like to go to Ibiza?
H: Why not? Seems fun to me.
A: Can’t believe you are proposing Charver Island for our holiday.
H: I’ve never been. We could see for ourselves what all the fuzz is about.
A: Well, you can go without me. Christ Husten, you are like 10 years behind.
H: Why? Is Ibiza not cool anymore? Where is the place-to-be then?
A: You are becoming so sad.
H: I’m not getting it. I just want to take you on a nice break. It’s not about clubbing, luv. Or alcohol. Drugs. We can go for walks in the wilderness away from the nightclubs where no drunken British clubber has ever ventured before.
A: You really don’t know me, do you?
H: What are you talking about? I’m offering you a holiday here.
A: To Ibiza?
H: To wherever.
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A: L. is taking me to New York.
H: I know, he told me.
A: I’m really looking forward to it.
H: A bit strange that, don’t you think?
A: What do you mean?
H: Well, I have just been there and out-of-the-fucking-blue L. whisks you off to New York. Coincidence me arse.
A: We talked about it ages ago. Before we’d even heard of your New York mistress.
H: Fuck you.
A: It’s not a competition, Husten.
H: It is and you love it.
A: Fuck off.
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H: So I thought, L. invites you to the bright lights of the big city, I’ll take you to the bright lights of clubbing paradise.
A: Why can’t you take me to a classy place?
H: Such as?
A: Like Athens or Paris or Amsterdam or something.
H: Amsterdam? Amsterdam?? You fucking kidding me? Can it get any cheesier?
A: Ibiza?
H: Whatever, but them are cities. I don’t like big cities for holidays.
A: What not even New York?
H: Well, New York would be problematic as you … oh, fuck you, A. NY is just a good friend of mine.
A: Whom you adore.
H: Yes.
A: Whom you would like to shag.
H: Yes.
A: Why don’t you arrange for me and L. to meet up with NY when we are there? She would like to, you told me.
H: …
A: Well?
H: Just not, you know, you and L. Like you two together. With NY. Without me.
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H: Anyway, what about our holiday, Miss Courtesan?
A: Miss what?
H: Nevermind. Where are we gonna go?
A: Ibiza, now really, Husten, please.
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A: Anything I suggest and it is either “oh, I’ve been there” or “I don’t like it”. I haven’t travelled much but you constantly feel the need to remind me. You’re such an arsehole.
H: I’m sorry … … … Don’t cry now.
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H: I was trying to be nice.
A: I know you were … Did you hear that?
H: What?
A: It was the sound of my heart tearing apart. I’m so sorry you missed it.
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H: This is what boy- and girlfriends are supposed to do, isn’t it? Planning a holiday together, the hopes, the excitement, the unspoken disappointment afterwards. Maybe we do it the other way round. First the outspoken disappointment, then the excitement.
A: Don’t joke about it, Husten. I’m not going anywhere with you.
H: Come on, A. Let’s try again. My mistake. You mentioned Athens before. Why don’t we combine Athens with … .
H: Please don’t cry. I’m fucking sorry, all right?
A: …
H: Grow up.
A: …
H: Don’t be like this. I only wanted to give you a hug.
A: …
H: Look. I’m really sorry. What else do you want me to say?
A: …
H: …
A: So …
H: So what? Cry whatever you like. I’m getting pissed off now.
A: So sad.
