Johnny: You sleeping?
Whatsername: Be quiet. *Rolls over*
Johnny: *Lays down next to her*
Whatsername: Where have you been?
Johnny: Out with Jimmy.
Whatsername: And where is he?
Jimmy: Right here.
Whatsername: *Sits up*
Jimmy: *Sitting on the end of the bed* Morning, Sleeping Beauty.
Whatsername: Why do you have to be obnoxious?
Jimmy: How the hell am I obnoxious? I'm not even here half the time.
Whatsername: Yeah, but when you are, you eat all the food, do drugs, sleep on my couch, and get drunk.
Johnny: So? He's not bothering you.
Whatsername: You're on his side!
Jimmy: *Smriks* Of course he is.
Whatsername: You need a girlfriend.
Jimmy: A what? I already have a boyfriend.
Whatsername: Not really. Johnny's just your boy toy. There's a difference.
Johnny: You talk about me like I'm not in the room.
Whatsername: *Ignores Johnny* You go to the club and you haven't found one girl that you like?
Jimmy: Oh, I've seen plenty.
Whatsername: *Facepalms* I don't mean like that. I have an idea.
***Next Day***
Whatsername: Jimmy!
Jimmy: Huh?
Whatsername: Meet Brooke, my friend.
Jimmy: *Gapes* You called your fucking friend?
Brooke: *Enters* Hi.
Jimmy:...
Brooke: Um...
Whatsername: Just take her out.
Jimmy:...
Whatsername: NOW!
Jimmy: God, mom. Um, okay.
*In car*
Brooke: Where are we going?
Jimmy: I hadn't thought that far yet.
Brooke: *Laughs* You could be a gentlemen and take me to dinner.
Jimmy: Um, okay.
*At dinner*
Waiter: Can I take your order?
Brooke: I'll take a chicken Parmesan.
Waiter: And you sir?
Jimmy: I'll have a burger.
Waiter: Sir, we don't sell that here.
Jimmy: What the fuck kind of place doesn't sell burgers?
*People stare*
Waiter: I'm sorry sir, but—
Jimmy: Why the hell do you keep calling me sir? Are you a fucking butler or something?
Waiter: Sir, I—
Jimmy: Where's the manager?
Waiter: Sir—
Brooke: *Walks away*
Jimmy: Give me the God damned manager!
Waiter: I AM THE FUCKING MANAGER YOU IDIOT!
Jimmy: Wow, that's no way to talk to a costumer. You should get fired.
Waiter: I AM THE MANAGER! I RUN THIS DAMN PLACE!
Johnny: *At a jail*
Cop: *Brings Jimmy* Here ya go kid. Keep him off the streets.
Johnny: Why would you beat up a waiter?
Jimmy: He didn't sell burgers and he was yelling at me.
Johnny:...Well how was the date until then?
Jimmy: Boring. I'll stick to one night stands starting tonight.
Johnny: *Grins*
Jimmy: *Grins back*
Johnny: What about Whatsername?
Jimmy: I'll take care of that.
Whatsername: *Groans* I try to do good for the guy, and he locks me in my own closet. *Facpalms*
