“You need to stop drinking…” I’ve already lost count on how many she’s had.

“Okay. You sure you can’t drink?” she ignores me so well

“I just had a heart transplant… I’m sure”

“Man… this is so fucked up. You know, in a way, I just want to get this over with… you know? But there’s also the damn possibility of her choosing you, which, no offence, I really don’t want… but man, what if she does. You know, I love her. I really do and I can’t even start to think of my life without her…”

“ I know exactly how you’re feeling. But, we gotta think positive about this… because what she’s doing isn’t exactly pleasant, for us, or her. But, when she does make her decision and chooses one of us, it’s also a beginning to something completely incredible, something totally new. Something unpredictable. Something true, and something worth loving. Something that’ll change your life… forever.”

“That’s if she chooses you… what if she doesn’t?” That’s a good question. What if she doesn’t… okay,lets block that though because I don’t see nothing ood coming out of it

“Well then. I’d be coming here for a drink… a lot” we laugh together. Ironic, some might say.

“Y’know Shane… I’ve heard about you… you and your edge, that attitude of not caring. How did you keep your edge? You’ve been doing this for a long time and you’re clean, until now of course… you were focused, you did the job and didn’t let anything get to you. The funny thing is, I was like that… until I met her. And now everything is…is, fuzzy. I lost it… and I needed- I need it back… so if you could just tell me how you kept your edge for all those years, without being affected, then I know I can be great…so yeah, if you could just give e the answers, I’d really appreciate that..”

She’s drunk out of her mind, but that’s a good question.

Why don’t I go back to that?

“……Yea, I have the answers, but I can’t tell them to you. I’m not going to be responsible for you becoming less human… besides… sure, it does work… but not with Carmen…every lock has a key…”