X (childhood best friend after some Rosé) : But seriously! How are you?
1: Dunno. I feel well. How I am? Do you know how you are? Ha ha!
[X & 1 laugh like idiots for reasons not immediately apparent]
1: Do you remember that time-
X: -we ran full speed into the suspension parking rope we didn’t see?! Like, wind straight-up knocked outta us?
1: Ha! Fallen down?! (Snort)…then we got lost on a ski resort shuttle bus?! Until, like, scandalously late: 11pm?
[1 & X laugh like idiots for reasons becoming immediately apparent: they are idiots!]
X: Yeah, so Seattle suits ya, then? I heard you quit smoking cigs.
1: I did, thanks for the positive acknowledgement,
[X looks at 1 like “are you putting me on/being sarcastic?]
1: No shit; I’m not being disingenuous, there’s nothing to read between the lines.
[1 produces a joint, lights it adeptly, and offers to X]
X looks pissed.
*joints with filters look suspiciously like squares (mass-produced nicotene cigs).
1: Scallo, it’s nicotene I quit. This is grass I pay taxes on!