We Need To Talk About.

'We need to talk about Sally.'
'Sally? Right...'
'Don't act like you don't know what this is about.'
'Take a deep breath Mary.'
'This isn't about me, I don't want to talk about me Harry, I want to talk about--'
'Sally. Yes I hear you.'
'If you heard me, then listen to me.'
'Errrrrrrrrrrr here we go...'
'No. Here you go! Why are you making this about me?!'
'Mary.'
'What?!'
'Mary, I'm not making anything. I'm sitting here, chilling out, enjoying this brew and you're flapping about getting yourself in a frenzied tizz.'
'Why do you like fighting with me? Is this fun for you? Stop looking at me like that would you?! I can see what you're thinking...'
'You clearly have no idea what I'm thinking. You're in a state, Mary. One of your bloody states.'
'I'm not in an anything! Just. Just fuck off then! Forget I mentioned fucking Sally!'
'I've forgotten already.'
'Good!'
'Can I finish my beer now?'
'Fuck off!'