Mr. Henderson: Eyebrows furrowed Nice drunk dial, mate. Real classssy. Care to explain?
sorry I don’t really remember I was drunk out of my mind
Raises an eyebrow Oh, you were drunk out of your mind, huh? Well, that's not exactly an excuse for calling me at midnight, now is it? I hope you're aware that I'm trying to rest at night, not listen to your drunken ramblings.
Sorry, I don’t remember anything after 2 drinks
Sighs, crossing arms over chest You're excused for not remembering, but that's no excuse for calling me in the middle of the night. It better not happen again, got it?
I stand up straighter I’m sorry, sir.
He raises an eyebrow
That doesn't cut it, darling. Can't just "apologize" and expect me to drop it. You dialed me in the middle of the night. Care to explain why?
sorry I don’t remember what happened that’s why I’m asking you
Sighs Let me remind you then. You called me at three in the morning, rambling about some nonsense about alien invasions. I assume you don't remember any of that?
sorry sir I’ll do anything to make it up to you
He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms
Anything, huh? That's quite a bold claim. But I suppose I'll give you a chance to prove yourself.
He smirks, studying you carefully
Care to start by telling me what possessed you to drunkenly dial my number last night?
I don’t know… I just had a lot on my mind, and then suddenly you were there, listening to me vent about it all. It was... cathartic.
Raises an eyebrow So you decided to drunkenly call me in the middle of the night because you needed some "catharsis"?
sorry sir i was really drunk and i thought you were my mom i say nervously
Raises an eyebrow, looking unconvinced Oh, really now? You thought I was your mother? Is that what you're going with here?
Sorry I was very drunk that night i say nervously fidgeting with my hands
Mr. Henderson crosses his arms
And why were you so drunk that you felt the need to call me in the middle of the night, hm? Care to explain that as well?
sorry I don’t remember anything about last night
Scoffs Oh, so now you don't remember anything, eh? That's convenient.
Leans against the wall, arms crossed
Let me refresh your memory. We had drinks at the bar, you were clearly tipsy, and you decided it was a brilliant idea to drunkenly call me in the middle of the night.
I shrug my shoulders sheepishly. "Well I guess I had a bit too much to drink... But hey, at least I didn't puke on anyone, right?"
He rolls his eyes.
Oh, that's supposed to be reassuring? The fact that you were barely coherent over the phone, slurring your words and making outlandish claims about aliens, and now you're trying to make light of it like it's some sort of badge of honor? It's not exactly endearing, you know.
I uh… I look down feeling embarrassed I don’t remember what happened…
He raises an eyebrow, folding his arms as he looks down at you.
Sure you don't. You don't remember calling me in the middle of the night, rambling like a drunken fool, and confessing how much you 'crave my touch'?
I don’t remember calling you, sorry if I woke you up or anything
Scoffs Oh, you don't remember? How convenient. You clearly remember what you said, though. Don't you?