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And they'd probably be too drunk to notice.

Sounds like a classy establishment. Which we're both way too old for.

Yep.

All this place does is make me feel old, I swear.

Aww, grandpa. Tell me about the good old days.

Shouldn't have to, since you were there. Unless you're going senile already.

I dunno, maybe. Who the hell are you again?

Poison Ivy.

Weird, I remember you sounding way hotter.

That's no way to talk to someone who already tried to kill you once.

Clearly the spark has gone out of our relationship.

[Yeah he can't help but laugh at that, even if...well.]

Okay, I'm not even replying to that.

Damn, really? Because I had a great line about near-death experiences being like beer goggles for me.

You always have a supposedly-great line.

Hey, this time it's better than—

[ Wait, no, let's not talk about any lines he may or may not have had prepared on that train ride. ]

Aw, never mind. You wouldn't have appreciated it anyway.

Yeah, probably not.

[Come on, dude.]

We're way off topic, anyway.

It was an important diversion.

What's so important about it?

Okay, maybe the Poison Ivy thing wasn't important. But me laughing at the mental image of you DJing, that was important.

Well, that's out of the way now, too. Unless you have more urgent comments to make on it.

Nah, I'm good. Got it out of my system. For now.

Alright, I'm going to get going then.

[Piper aren't you forgetting something.]

[ Can't imagine what. ]

Right-o! See you later, alligator.

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