D.M: Just like you like your men right?
The HCC turns around; maceing D.M squarely in the face with two cans at once.
HCC: *To D.M* which is why I�m not talking to you, dickhead. *To Terr* Anyway� um� I don�t know your name�
Terr: It�s Terrence, or Terr� But you can call me call me gorgeous.
She laughs.
HCC: Well. I could do that, or I could just say that was singularly the worst pick up line ever.
Terr: Sorry, I�ll just go back to my friends here�
*He turns around. Dom and D.M have left him all alone� gone to escape the sheer teen-movie-ness of it all*
HCC: Hello? I didn�t say it didn�t work�
Terr: Wha�..?
HCC: Well, what I meant to say is� I�d like to be friends.
Terr: Just friends?
HCC: Don�t get greedy now mister, we just met. And I�m sober.
Terr: Uh� ok. So, feel like a movie?
HCC: Sure, what did you want to see?
Terr: Cat woman. I�ve seen it like, fifty times and it is singularly the most awesome�
HCC: Um. I think I have to leave. And then vomit everywhere.
Terr: Great! You pass the test!
HCC: So� you� don�t like cat woman.
Terr: Not an ice cubes chance in hell.
HCC: Thank god. And here�s me thinking I�m going to have to hire a contract killer�
Terr: I�ve got one on speed dial for those bad movie loving freaks.
HCC: � My soul mate�
Terr: Who, the contract killer?
*HCC looks askance at terr*
Terr: What�
HCC: are you sure you aren�t meant to be blonde?
Terr: Well, um�
HCC: It�s ok I do it all the time too.
Terr: Do what?
*HCC sighs*
HCC: So. Movie?
Terr: Oh. Right. Yeah. What do you want to see?