V. DRUNK WORDS

[In which he's getting ready to turn in for the night while she's just getting home from the party.]

"Good morning, Tom."

"Are you drunk?"

"Maybe. A little."

"Where are you?"

"My bed. Kat tucked me in before she left. Isn't that nice? She's so nice."

"Yeah, so nice. Are you okay?"

"I'm wonderful. Kind of."

"What happened?"

"I think I'm done drinking forever. It's really gross. Like really gross like that one time I threw up on that one ride. Remember that?"

"Yeah."

"Really gross."

"Really gross."

"You weren't even there, Tommy! You can't say that!"

"You're right, you're right."

"I know I am."

"So, how was it?"

"Tragic."

"How come?"

"..."

"Rosie?"

"Eddie kissed me."

"He — he what?"

"..."

"Rosie? Are you asleep?"

"No."

"What do you mean he kissed you?"

"I mean he kissed me. You heard me before, silly."

"Oh."

"I didn't like it."

"No?"

"..."

"Rosie, if you're tired then go to sleep."

"He wasn't you."

"Who wasn't me?"

"Eddie. He wasn't you."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't want to kiss him. I wanted to kiss you."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Maybe you should go to sleep."

"Yeah...maybe. G'night, Tommy. I love you."

"Good night, Rosie."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: TOMSIE FTW