"10 am? this is new, clifford."
"okay? listen, luke, it's kinda important."
"'m all ears."
"what's your opinion on piercings?"
"uh, they're cool. i guess. why?"
"no reason. imma let you nurse your hangover now, you sound kinda bad."
"no, what, dude i'm fine. drank lotsa water before bed, ate a lot before i drank... i'm good. i didn't drink that much last night."
"oh. from the way you sounded, you seemed pretty far gone."
"nope. got buzzed, realized the party was lame after you called, and left to go home. my parents aren't home this weekend and so i could've come home drunk and been fine, but with the off chance of me drinking too much and puking, i didn't wanna die from my own vomit, ya know?"
"understandable... what's your opinion on facial piercings?"
"i don't know if you know this, but i do have a lip ring. so that's my opinion?"
"shit. luke what the hell. since when?"
"like a year ago? dunno the specifics, but around then."
"fück luke. shit! i gotta go! i'll call you later or something!"
"by-"
