Slowie is a little bored.

"I don't know what to say to my friends anymore. I don't have a clue what to talk about."

"Not sure I understand that. You come across as someone loaded with banality."

"You know only if we could just get married right here. Close this dump of a restaurant, and have a few of these waitresses as bridesmaids. You can write the vows."

"Well my mother was a mutterer."

"Maybe I'm just bored, maybe I am tired of drinking. The fuckin' drinking." She sighed.

"Maybe you are."

"How do you see me?"

"What?"



"What do you think about when you are sitting at this greasy table waiting for me to get here?"

"I think I hope she is going to pay again. I'm broke."

"What part of an idiot are you?"




"All of it."

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. I just sit here and listen and hope your leg brushes up against mine."

"I am one of these city squares who just wears 500 dollar shoes and stands in bars on friday nights with nothing of importance to talk about?"

"Yea."

"You think so? You really think so."

"Gin?"

"What?"

"Gin martini?"

"What about it?"

"Is that what you drink?"

"Yes."

"What kind?"

"Super premium Martin Miller London dry. It's silky and 28 dollars a bottle."

"Ah."

"What?"