Green Eyes

Let's Talk About Sex, Baby

Time rolls on, but I'll make a start on this anyway. Kids, if you don't know what Jori is, ask your parents.

And if you don't know 'Yakety Sax', it's also the Benny Hill music. If that helps. Which it probably doesn't.

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Jade was sitting alone at a table in the Asphalt Cafe, engrossed in her phone, when she heard a familiar sigh, and Tori dropped down into the seat opposite. "Hey."

"Hey," Jade said without looking up.

"What are you watching?"

"I posted that video of Robbie getting attacked by a dog. It's getting a lot of hits."

"Jade!"

"What?"

"That wasn't funny! It was awful. He had to go to the hospital and everything. "

"Yeah, you're right. It was awful."

"So why post it?"

"Because then I set it to 'Yakety Sax', and now it's hilarious."

"Good grief." Tori shook her head. There was a long pause, broken only by the faint sound of a saxophone and Jade's sniggering, before she spoke.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Mmmm?"

"Are we friends?"

The question was so unexpected that Jade looked up. "What?"

"Are we friends?"

"In what way?"

"In the way," Tori said, patiently, "that two people sometimes are, when one of them isn't being a total gank."

"Oh, come on, Vega," Jade said. "You're not that big a gank."

"I'm not talking about me."

"Oh."

"So?"

"So what?"

"So, are we friends?"

Jade considered this. She looked back at the phone. "I guess so."

"Really?"

"You want it in writing?"

"No, but…"

"Wait," Jade said, suspiciously. "Are you expecting me to hang out with you? I think you should know that this doesn't oblige me to hang out with you."

"You already hang out with me."

"I know. But I don't have to."

"No, I'm not expecting you to hang out with me."

"Good."