Prompter

Bob and Henry have been friends for three years. The two meet at a bar to discuss Henry's recent foray into online dating.

BOB
So...

HENRY
So what?

BOB
How was it?

HENRY
Oh, I mean-

BOB
Why do I always have to prompt you? I mean what are you a news reporter? Why can't you ever start a conversation without a prompt?

HENRY
That is not going to get you the answer you seek.

BOB
And then you do it again, you didn't even answer that question!

HENRY
Well I was starting to-

BOB
And what was that, "that is not going to get you the answer you seek"? I mean who talks like that.

(Silence.)

HENRY
Are you finished?

BOB
Finished what?

HENRY
What do you mean finished what, you know what we're talking about- are you finished ranting?

BOB
Oh I'm sorry, do you not like being a prompter?

(Silence.)

HENRY
No. I guess I don't.

BOB
Huh.

HENRY
Huh.

(They drink.)

BOB
So...

HENRY
So what?

BOB
Forget it. I just remembered I've got to meet a friend on the corner. He gets mad if I'm late.

HENRY
I'm kidding- it went well! She was gorgeous, laughed at all my jokes.

BOB
Body?

HENRY
Wouldn't quit. Just would not stop. Like a winding road. Couldn't step on the gas. Kept one foot on the brake the entire date.

BOB
Woooooo...

HENRY
I know. I know.

BOB
When will you see her again?

HENRY
ASAP.

(Silence. They drink.)

BOB
Hasn't called yet, has she?

HENRY
Nope. Not even a text. Not even a poke, if that's still a thing.

BOB
Women, am I right?

HENRY
Right about what?

BOB
Forget it.

THE END