Alright, I'm ready to collect my bet.
What bet?
Remember last week when I bet you I could get Maxine to order double pie, and you said no because she said she was watchin' her figure?
Oh yeah. Dang.
Come on, now, you can't back out. Fair is fair.
Alright. Ask your questions. But only ten, and I mean it Arlene! That's what we agreed on.
Of course! I've been thinking of questions all week. So, what's it like dating a vampire?
Why do you want to know?
I'd never date one myself but I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't curious.
I don't know. It's fine, I guess?
That's it? Just fine? Hell, dating ANDY would be 'just fine'. Why bother dating them if it's not all that?
Alright, I enjoy it. I like not being able to hear their thoughts. It's relaxing. And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't exciting.
What's exciting about it?
Hmmm. I've had some interesting trips and experiences since I've started dating vampires. Let's just leave it at that.
Is their 'thing' cold?
Their thing?
You know! Their THING.
ARLENE!
Well, I was just curious! A woman thinks about these things! I mean, sometimes my toys – you know what I'm talking about – they're cold before I use 'em, and –
My God!
Just answer the question, girl! It ain't hurtin' nobody!
Their whole body is cooler than ours, so yeah, I guess so. I can't say I've noticed. I wouldn't say it was cold.
How do they keep it up?
Oh my God!
No, I'm serious! I mean, guys can't get a hard on without blood flow, and since their heart don't pump….
I have no idea how they keep it up. I haven't thought about it. Jesus, Arlene.
Well, what about stamina?
I'm leaving.
No, you lost the bet! A promise is a promise! Why are you being so darn sensitive?
I – I don't know, Arlene. I'm not used to all this.
Used to what?
Talking about my sex life.
Oh yeah. You've only been with Bill and Eric, haven't you? Wait – what about that Herveaux boy? Y'all didn't do the nasty?
No. Don't look at me like that!
Girl, he is rich AND good looking? What the hell?
We just didn't work out. The timing wasn't right.
Hmph. I guess. Well, which one was better?
Better at what?
In bed, dummy!
Eric.
Answered that one pretty fast. Well, what's better about him?
Ugh, Arleeeene. You're killing me here.
Come on, it's just us girls here. Tell me! Is he big?
Yes.
Look at you blushing! Does he go downtown?
Jesus, Arlene. Yes. How many questions is that?
I lost count.
It's ten. This is over.
Uh uh! The one about Alcide doesn't count.
Why not?
I was only asking about him because you wouldn't answer about how long they last!
Well, it was still a question, and I answered it. Bet's met, Arlene. Let's go back inside before Sam gets pissed at us.
You're no fun at all.