Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Round Table
“Cheese? Where is the cheese!”
“American? Or mozzarella?”
“I don't know.”
“Okay, where is the mozzarella then?”
“Not a clue.”
“Argh!” Tabitha screams, grabs a butter knife and moves towards Scott.
Frank restrains Tabitha. “Relax Tab, It's just cheese.”
“Just cheese? Just cheese?”
“Calm down! It's behind the sour cream!” Sara shouts, her head stuck in the fridge.
“Fine. Fine!” Tabitha says, grabbing the cheese from Sara.
Just then, Ann walks in and joins us around the table. “Ann! Welcome home! I feel like I haven't seen you in days. Let Scott pour you a drink.”
“What'll you have? Beer? Pickle Juice? Iced Tea? Beer?”
“Do we have any more of that ..”
“Beer it is! Nice cold beer!” Scott pops the top off the bottle and places the bottle in front of Ann.
“You're going to let her drink alone? That's not right. Open that fridge back up Scotty.”
“He does have a point. Pass 'em over bud.”
Scott grabs a couple more beers and passes them out. “Tabitha? Sara? Want one?”
“Not from you.” Tabitha says, taking a beer out of the fridge for herself.
“I guess I can't be the only one not drinking.”
“Hey, so the playoffs start soon. You guys going to any games?”
Sara downs her beer. “I need another.”
Frank hands her one. “A friend of mine got two tickets, I may go with him to game 2. Not sure yet though.”
“How's Catalina's?” Tabitha asks Ann.
“Oh you know, the usual. I got to bartend a little bit the other day. That was a nice change.”
“Neat. Hey, I need to get some new clothes. You want to come shopping Saturday?”
“Yeah. Sure. I need a couple of things too.”
“I don't know. Maybe. We'll see. Saturday? I don't know.” Sara mutters quickly.
“Err, what was that?”
“She's got a Mets game Saturday, but she's thinking that if they lose horribly these next two games, she might not want to go anyway. Of course, if she doesn't go to the game I imagine you'll be able to find her with a couple of those bottles somewhere.” Frank translates, indicting the two empty beer bottles next to Sara.
“Well, hockey season starts soon.”
“I've never been to a hockey game. Maybe we should go this year.” Frank says to Billy, who's ignoring Sara's death stare.
“Definitely. As long as it's the Rangers.”
“Humbug! But I guess that's a lot easier than trying to get to Newark or Uniondale for the Devils or Islanders.”
“We could always drive.”
“Lots of traffic though. We'd basically be in rush hour to make a 7pm game. Unless we went on the weekend. I hear the area around Nassau Coliseum is nice.”
Ann bursts out laughing. “You heard that where?”
“You disagree? Hofstra is right there ain't it?”
“Yeah, that just makes it worse.”
“Hofstra huh? Freshman chicks!”
“I think you're getting a little old for Freshman.”
“She's right.” Frank says, pausing. “Sophomore chicks!”
“All right!” Scott and Frank high five, Tabitha just rolls her eyes.