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honestly, total b*tch.

So don't bother. I'll just

see you in a bit. Okay?

- We can come save you, if you need us to?

- No. It's fine. It's only one night, innit?

I'll come speak to yous

in a bit though, okay?

- Okay, you good?

- Yes. I'm fine. See you in a bit.

- She ain't all right, is she?

- No.

How can we cheer her up?

We can't. She doesn't

want to be cheered up.

To be fair, she has

been through it lately.

I'm not saying she hasn't. I'm just

saying she's really negative now.

- Starting to think she really enjoys it.

- I think she's depressed.

Oh, you think? Look, all we can

do is just be there for her.

Right. Enough.

Let's get back out there.

Er, drink, smoke, dance?

No, we can't bring our

drinks out with us though.

- Smoke, drink, dance?

- Yep.

Yep!

Dylan keeps going on

about f***ing phone sex.

Well, everyone has a thing, I suppose.

Has he never mentioned it before now?

No, it's not his...

You know, I just...

Because I work away

a lot, he keeps calling,

and then he's like, "Hey, baby,

let's talk dirty", you know.

"What do you wanna do?"

Well, just... I don't know. Tell

him what you wanna do. I guess?

Get off the phone?

See, this is what I mean. I'm not

that kind of person. I can't...

I can't do it.

Can you help my friend

talk dirty to her husband?

This really isn't my forte.

Well, um, I dunno. Just talk

about what you do usually.

Bare minimum.

Have you ever done it?

I did it once. It was a

long time ago though.

See? It's fine.

Just start slowly and creatively.

Exaggerate, you know.

Say something like,

"I've been thinking about you and your

massive cock and what I'm gonna do to you".

Ugh. No, no, no.

I can't say that, no.

And then you could

say something like,

"You make me so horny.

"Thinking about you makes me so wet.

I just love the way you f*** me".

And then you could go onto

something harder like,

"I'm gonna tie you down and sit on your

face till I'm about to cum all over you.

"I'm gonna sit on your big hard cock

until you're begging me to make you cum

"but I won't, 'cause I'm a bad, bad

girl who needs to be taught a lesson".

Or just get drunk and do it,

that way you have an excuse.

You'll be fine.

- Wow.

- That's amazing.

Good luck.

Sh*t.

You're such a b*tch.

It could have been anyone.

Let's just relax and stop talking to

yourself, because that's not helping.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Fine.

Sorry, I thought I had something in my eye,

but it's just my eyeball, so, good news.

Oh, well, let me look at it.

I did two months of med school.

- Oh, no, no. It's nothing. I'm good now.

- No, really, you're in good hands.

- Have you got our drinks?

- Oh, yeah.

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