Weekend Page #2

What kind of stuff is

it you want me to say?

Er, anything you like.

Just talk about last night,

you know, what happened,

what you wanted to happen.

It's up to you, really.

- Why?

- Just because.

- It's for an art project?

- Yeah.

And you're just gonna lie

there and record me speaking.

Exactly.

And people are going

to listen to it.

If you make the grade, yeah.

Oh, come on. Erm...

I... I don't know.

I can hardly remember anything.

Just start from the beginning

when you first saw me.

- I don't know, I just saw you.

- Oh, come on, stop stalling. Just talk.

All right.

OK. Erm...

I saw you in the club

and I thought you were...

I thought you were out of

my league or whatever.

- Erm, I liked your T-shirt a lot.

- What league are you in?

I don't know. Erm...

third division?

I don't think you believe

that for a moment.

Then you, erm...

followed me into the toilets and tried

to eye me up at the urinal - hot.

(Laughs) Well, you left.

- And then I left.

- Why?

There was someone else I wanted,

but by the time I found him

he was with someone else, so...

So I was your second choice?

Why does that matter?

(Man shouting outside)

- This is a stupid f***ing conversation.

Did you hear that?

(Man outside) Queer?

- No.

(Man) Oh, look!

(Man) Queer!

- Glen...

(Glen) What the f*** do

you think you're doing?

- Glen. Please just close the f***ing window.

(Glen) Leave him alone!

(Man) F*** off!

- What did you say?

(Man) F*** off!

- I swear to God, if you don't quit,

I'm gonna come down there and f***ing

rape your holes, do you hear me?

(Window slams shut)

(Glen laughs)

- Ooh, it's cold out there.

- Sorry, what... what was that?

That was fun.

They're gonna f***ing chuck

bricks through my windows.

You live 14 flights up.

"I'm going to rape your holes"?

(Laughs) F***ing hell.

Who says that? Who...

And, erm... Yeah, we came back

here, didn't we, obviously.

And, er, I offered you

a drink, I think,

although I can't

really remember.

Erm...

And then you kissed me in

the hallway, in my hallway.

- And I groped you.

- Did you?

(Chuckles) And you groped me.

And I was happy to feel

you had a big dick

and it was throbbing

in your trousers,

which was surprising

because you were so drunk.

And then we went

into the bedroom.

Can you remember what

you wanted to happen?

Mmm, nope.

What about when I

took your top off?

Nope.

I wanted to lick your pits.

I've got a thing about pits.

- Come on, lift up.

- No.

- Let me have a see.

- No.

Come on.

- No!

- Why not?

- Cos it's weird.

- It's not weird.

- Yes, it is, it's weird.

- Let me have a look.

No.

You're pathetic.

Stingy b*tch, open up.

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