After party

Me: So are we cool?

K: I knew that was why you were calling.

Me: Am I that predictable?

K: Yes.

Me: So are we cool?

K: Of course. Why wouldn't we be?

Me: Well, after all the drunken Saturday night drama...

K: Yes, Jess. I hate you because you wouldn't let me come home with you.

Me: You are such a punk.

K: If you want to make it up to me, you can invite me home next time I'm town.

Me: You're a riot.

K: Why do we always find ourselves in dramatic situations?

Me: I'd hardly call twice in eight years "always."

K: Good point.