[New Guy]: NSG is always sweating.

M: Well, he's a hot man.

N: What?

M: He's a hot man.

N: "He's a hot man." <shakes his head> You have to ask NSG about his long night. He called [coworker] at 2 a.m. from some bar.

M: <rolls eyes, but asks, dutifully> What did you do last night, NSG?

He doesn’t hear.

M: <to New Guy> What happened?

N: <smug> You have to ask him – I know what happened.

M: Did he score?

N: <considers> I don’t know. … Hey, NSG, did you score last night?

W: <turns around, blinks, nonchalant> Yes.

M: <stunned> Oh.

N: Oh. … <mutters, to me> I wasn’t expecting that. <to NSG> Molly wanted to know.

NSG: Yeah, why? I only made one mistake.

M: <dissolves into fits of relieved laughter>

NSG: What?

M: [New Guy] said, "You have to ask NSG about his long night… He called [coworker] at 2 a.m." And I said, "Did he score?" …

NSG: Oh, that. You mean... No, never that.

N: <grins> That’s what I was expecting to hear.