Hi, my name is Hank.
RITCHIE: Hank, this isn't a good time.
ME: But I'm nervous. And you know how I get when I get nervous--
I hate that Ritchie and I have fallen into this sexual pattern, but I also find it intoxicating.
Ironically, I'm usually intoxicated when we do it.
I had asked to see him in my dressing room before the reunion.
RITCHIE: We have to be onstage in twenty minutes.
ME: That's fifteen minutes longer than you usually need.
RITCHIE: You bitch.
ME: Whore.
RITCHIE: Slut.
We were on the couch and slapping each other before either of us could say another word.
Then slapping led to kissing and kissing led to--
VOICE: Oh!
We both looked up to see Davis standing in the doorway--looking smug.
DAVIS: Good to see some things never change.
Hey, at least I was at a good angle.
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