Short story on night-out of a girl – Aditya and Pankhudi : Dialogues only
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“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“You sure? You don’t look so well.”
“No. I’m fine, thanks.”
“It’s cold out here. I think you better come with me; I’ll drop you wherever you -”
“No it’s okay. I’ll fetch a cab.”
“You sure? It’s pretty late.”
“So?”
“So… I mean that you won’t find a cab at a time like this.”
“I’ll manage.”
“It’s almost four; let me help you girl.”
“Whatever. There’s gonna be some open diner or shop somewhere. I’ll walk. I’ll manage.”
“The only thing that opens this late-”
“Is my legs, right?”
“What?”
“‘cause that’s what you’re after, you slime!”
“What? Oh come on! Do you actually treat everyone with such hostility?”
“Yeah. Hostility. I don’t treat them by dropping my pants and spreading my legs, okay? So better luck next girl.”
“Look girl, calm down now.”
“No! I will ~not~ calm down. Just get lost.”
“Okay. Okay.”
“Oh god… I don’t feel so good.”
“Here. Let of help you. I’ll take you to some doc.”
“No! Don’t come any closer. Don’t you dare touch me. I don’t need your hands, your car or your frigigin doc!”
“Okay. Easy. Easy, alright? ”
“I think I’m gonna puke.”
“Not against the car!”
“Sorry.”
“Seriously? My dad’s gonna kill me.”
“You actually live with your parents?”
“Yep… guess that makes me a douche.”
“No it doesn’t. I think it’s cute.”
“Cute, huh? Except that I hate him.”
“Don’t be such a jerk! I’m sure your parents love you.”
“I’m not.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m not so sure they love me.”
“But they do.”
“Well, mom’s sleeping with my dad’s brother and dad- he just drinks and farts.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
“So, tell me… I didn’t get your name.”
“Aditya.”
“Pankhudi.”
“You were saying…?”
“Yeah. What are you? ”
“I’m a cop, actually.”
“Cop, huh? I do like a guy in uniform. So where’s yours? ”
“Oh don’t worry. I’m off-duty. I won’t arrest you.”
“You can’t.”
“Pardon?”
“You can’t arrest me even if you want.”
“You’re that fast, huh?”
“Oh yeah! You know, I always wanted to be a cop.”
“No kidding… to stand up for justice, eh?”
“Nah! To shoot some goons in the guts!”
“Well, I don’t think they make bullet-proof bras.”
“Shut up.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
“Kiss me.”
“Oh I’d love to.”
“Now… with a drink out me the question, can I buy you dinner? ”
“Oh you can buy me breakfast!”
