Tricky: Aftermath (Pt.2)

H: You’re winding me up.

X: Didn’t A tell you?

H: Please tell me I didn’t.

X: Oh yes, Loverboy, you were trying to snog him.

H: How low can one fall?

X: It was amusing, Husten. No one took offense.

H: B’s kind-a cute I suppose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tricky: Aftermath

H: I feel awful.

A: I’m not surprised. I have never seen anyone drink as much.

H: Why did you go to my flat all by yourself?

A: There was no reasoning with you.

H: You can’t just leave me at the mercy of gay teenagers.

A: You were amusing them, no end.

H: Oh God. B is barely 16.

A: After you got home you woke me up and insisted in making me taste your spaghetti bolognese while trying to rap in French with no trousers on.

H: Stop it, A.

A: Which was basically pasta with ketch-up and lots of spicy stuff.

H: Fucking hell. I can’t bear to see those people ever again.

A: You’re gonna have to. You invited them to taste your exquisite foreign cooking as you put it. Like tonight.

H: This is getting worse. 

A: They loved you, Husten. You were the star of the party.

H: Like children love clowns?

A: Like I love you … (kiss) … need to go to work now.

H: Sorry about last night. L would never treat you like that. 

A: No, he definitely wouldn’t … (kiss) …