The Fall of 1990

CW: Contains adult language

Man 1: It must look like an accident. Can you arrange that?

Man 2: Huh, what are you talking about? May I help you?

Man 1: The book in your hands. It's Memories of Midnight.

Man 2: Oh, this? Yeah, I literally just bought it.

Man 1: Open it. Read the first line of the prologue.

Man 2: Uh, okay, if you insist... "It must look like an accident. Can you arrange that?" Oh my god, you've read this? I was starting to think you were a creep or something.

Man 1: You wouldn't be the first person to think that.

Man 2: Think what? That you're a creep?

Man 1: Yeah. Or just a weird guy.

Man 2: Haha, oh yeah? So, what did you think of the book creep?

Man 1: I only read the first chapter to impress men like you walking out of the bookstore.

Man 2: Forward, are we? Was it that obvious?

Man 1: I can usually tell.

Man 2: Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you aren't really my type.

Man 1: And what is your type?

Man 2: Typically not the kind of guy to approach me while I am trying to shop.

Man 1: Is that so? Where would you prefer I approach you then?

Man 2: It's a bit late now, don't you think? First impressions and all.

Man 1: ...

Man 2: I'll tell you what. I'll give you one more chance to impress me. Care to take a seat?

Man 1: Sure, I would like that.

Man 2: So, mister creep, what brings you to Milwaukee?

Man 1: I was actually born here. I just moved back recently.

Man 2: How recently?

Man 1: Not even a decade ago.

Man 2: Quite the time range.

Man 1: 1982 if you would like an exact year.

Man 2: Well, that isn't exactly recently.

Man 1: I suppose not.

Man 2: You know, you don't seem very talkative for someone who approaches men walking out of bookstores.

Man 1: I am just trying to collect my thoughts before speaking. I wouldn't want to say something inappropriate and scare you away.

Man 2: Oh yeah? Try me. Is something on your mind?

Man 1: Yeah.

Man 2: Well? Like what?

Man 1: What you taste like, mostly.

Man 2: Oh my. You are going to ask that in public, really? Do you not have a filter?

Man 1: I suppose not.

Man 2: Can we slow down? I don't even know your name.

Man 1: No, you don't.

Man 2: You really are tough to talk to. This is usually where you ask me what I like, what I do for work, my favorite color. Anything?

Man 1: What do you do for work?

Man 2: There you go, good job.

Man 1: ...

Man 2: I actually work as a busboy in Chicago. I am here visiting family.

Man 1: Are you originally from here?

Man 2: Yeah, I am. I moved to Chicago to pursue my dreams.

Man 1: And what were those dreams?

Man 2: "Were those dreams"? Harsh much. I haven't given up on them yet. I am planning on becoming a professional dancer. I actually graduated from the Arts school here. One hell of a singer too!

Man 1: If you would like to show me some of your dancing skills I would be happy to have you over my place for the evening.

Man 2: What ever happened to taking things slow? Why are you being so persistent?

Man 1: I already told you. Additionally, you are my type.

Man 2: While I would love to spend the night at a strangers place, unfortunately for you I have family to get back to. Remember?

Man 1: You wouldn't have to spend the night. We could just get it over with within the hour.

Man 2: Do you really think I am that easy?

Man 1: I'll give you ten dollars.

Man 2: Easy AND cheap? Give me a break.

Man 1: What will it take?

Man 2: How about we start with you telling me about yourself. What is it that you do?

Man 1: For Work?

Man 2: Duh.

Man 1: Currently I am working at a factory.

Man 2: What kind of factory?

Man 1: The Ambrosia Chocolate Factory. I have been working there since eighty five.

Man 2: And do you have any other aspirations chocolate man? Or do you plan on working at the factory for the rest of your life?

Man 1: I am not sure to be honest with you. I had considered going into Biology, but nothing really fits the role of "dream job" in my mind.

Man 2: Well, you don't seem like the type to work in a factory for the rest of your life. You're too cute for that.

Man 1: You think I am cute?

Man 2: In a weird way, yeah. And I think that you are kind of charming.

Man 1: So will you come to my place?

Man 2: You really suck at this part.

Man 1: ...

Man 2: How long have you known for?

Man 1: Known what?

Man 2: Geez, man. Read between the lines. How long have you known that you were into men? How long have you known that you were gay?

Man 1: I'm not gay.

Man 2: But I am your type, and you want to take me back to your place?

Man 1: Yes.

Man 2: I was in denial once too.

Man 1: I am not going to have this conversation with you.

Man 2: Oh, well alright then. So are we done here?

Man 1: No, not yet. I have another offer for you.

Man 2: I need to get back to my family, so make it quick.

Man 1: Fifty dollars. One hour. Then you will never have to see me again.

Man 2: Fifty dollars? For one hour?

Man 1: Yes, one hour of your time.

Man 2: ...

Man 1: Don't pretend like you don't want to. You haven't said no yet, so you're considering it.

Man 2: Fine, but you're giving me the fifty up front. How far is your place from here?

Man 1: It isn't far at all.

Man 2: Alright, let's shake on it then.

Man 1: Glad we could come to a deal.

Ernest: Sure, whatever man. If we're going to do this I should at least know your name. Nice to meet you, my name is Ernest.

Jeffrey: Mine is Jeffrey, it is nice to meet you as well.