Quitters Inc...

Smoke?

Nah!! I have decided to quit.

Huh?

Yes, I have.

*takes a long drag* Why are you doing this?

Uh, I never liked it anyway.

You know what I am talking about.

I do?

Will you stop acting smart, Reg?

I will.

Huh? Oh c’mon…Stop.

I said I will.

*gets off the bed and walks off, slamming the door behind him*

......

*Sits on the bed with his back against the wall, staring at the ceiling*

You had some plans?

Not really.

Then what brings you here?

I am not sure.

You just like torturing yourself.

It does give me a weird sort of a high.

Err? You must be fucking crazy.

I am feeling kind of dizzy.

Reg… *places his hand on his shoulder*

I Think I should lie down… Ah! Feels nice. They must have had fun.

Huh?

It is such a….

Oh! Don’t start that shit again.

*flips around, lying on his chest* I can smell it.

You are disgusting.

I walked in on them that day.

I know. She told me.

Can you fetch me a beer?

No. I don’t wanna be a part of your sickening world.

I just asked for a beer.

I can see where things are heading.

And again. You can?

You gotta get over it, dude. It’s high time you did.

Really?

Whatever… go fuck yourself up. I don’t give a damn anymore.

*gets up from the bed, grabs a can of beer from the fridge and rushes off to the terrace*