So do you think Melina is kinky?

Excuse me?

She is not your sister, Daniel. I know you like to treat her that way, but…

I do not!

You do, but that’s all right, it’s sweet.

You’re not helping.

Was I supposed to?

No?

There you have it then. And no I don’t think she is.

Who cares?

I’m going out for a smoke, you guys work out the kink details and get me another round. I’ll be back.

I am just curious.

You want to sleep with her?

No.

Then why do you care?

Don’t you ever wonder about the women near to you? The ones you don’t ever sleep with? If they are interesting in bed?

No.

And now you lie to me.

All right, fine, sure, but not Melina.

Fair enough, for you. But I do not feel brotherly to her, and so I wonder. Like Alisha.

Your ex?

Yes.

But you were sleeping with her so why would you wonder?

Well I wondered before we started dating. And I was wrong.

Oh really?! Which way?

Not the point, we were discussing Melina.

No, we weren’t.

Prude.

Letch.

The way I see it she is so bubbly around people when she gets in bed she is going to be a quiet little flower.

Oh the old “People are the reverse of themselves in bed” theory?

Yes!

How’d that work out with Alisha?

Not the point.

Sure it is. You used it then, I’d bet, and it was wrong, you said so yourself, so why adhere to it?

Or perhaps I didn’t and so now I do. Hmm?

So is Melina kinky or not, oh fabled brain trust?

Who cares?

She is not.

You guys got no where? Do I need to have another … you didn’t even get me a drink!

Waitress wasn’t around.

Because you’re sitting here talking about kink.

And normally she would be here in a second just to listen.

He’s right.

He is. Fine, but no, no beer for you, you aren’t helping me.

Oh, lord, all right, look, let’s leave Melina out of it. How about ‘Tashi?

You want to discuss if she is or isn’t kinky? Natasha? Seriously?

Isn’t that like holding a debate as to the color of the sky?

Oh hell.

Next up, is Barney purple?

He was, right?

I … there aren’t words, Sven.