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Tell me about your date.
Oh, it's fine. I mean, I'm not sure that he would categorize it that way, but whatever. Hey.
Ah!
That good, huh?
I need to feel like a winner. Who wants to play Monopoly?
Oh, fuck off.
That last time was a fluke anyway, and I don't think that you can count it as a win if you never let anybody else play banker.
I'm sorry you're not more in charge of your finances, Steph. When's the last time you checked your bank account?
I asked you, I had a job interview.
Really? With who?
With half-bro's in the corporate.
Come again?
What? I went to the building.
Did you go inside the building?
Yes.
And?
They allowed me with yellow, and I hate yellow. I can't work inside a fucking banana.
Jesus Christ.
Whatever.
Finish your story.
Nothing. It was just like any other date was fine. On to the next one.
Oh, boo.
Okay. It was shitty.
Oh my god, do you have a type?
What? No, I don't.
Yes, you do.
Whatever. So I'm sitting there looking sexy and cute, and he's like, you look beautiful today.
And I'm like, why thank you, as do you.
This is the most boring date ever.
Shut up.
So I got up to go to the bathroom, right? And when I'm walking back, I'm thinking, damn, I nailed it today.
Like, I look good.
Then the waitress comes over, and she's like, Miss, I'm sorry, but your dress is tucked into it.
And I'm like, what?
How did you not notice?
I don't know.
Anyway, he's one of those high-bred globe-tradding types, and he's telling me, I travel a lot for work and stuff, blah, blah, blah.
I mean, I'm not really listening, but his accent is super sexy.
So yeah, I really enjoyed Barcelona.
The art and architecture there are just amazing.
And the food to die for.
Yeah, Gaudi's architecture is just...
It's hard to put into words, you know?
Yeah, I bet.
It kind of reminds me of drip castles.
Oh my God, I love drip castles.
Me too.
Oh, God!
That is so gross.
Oh my God, are you okay?
Yeah, I...
Oh, God.
Sorry.
It's...
Are you sure you want to leave that there?
Yeah, it's fine. I'm sorry, you were saying about Madrid...
Barcelona.
Right, Barcelona.
I've never been, but I've always wanted to go.
Oh, you have to. I mean, it's even more amazing in person.
Hashtag, coffee.
Ooh, thank you.
Took the liberty of ordering my favorite while you were in the bathroom.
Blood sausage and head cheese.
Oh, no, no, oh, no!
Oh, my God.
What?
No, no, you...
Oh, my God.
Give me your napkins.
Look who else got shit-faced on a date.
Worst story ever.
Guys, it's not funny, it was really embarrassing.
Oh, shit, what time is it?
Uh, quarter to seven.
Oh, fuck.
I got a date.
How do I look?
Never mind, don't answer that.
See you later, Thelma and Louise.
I call dibs and tunes random.
What, so I'm Gina Davis?
Yeah, I'm definitely the independent waitress.
You bailed on a job interview because you didn't like the inside of the lobby's color.
You're not wearing color, Roy. Not anymore.
