British Talk

He was just tired of working and decided to have a drink in a small pub downtown. He was sure he’d regret.
_ Won’t you scream? – he asked a woman sitting next to him.
_ Why would I do that?
_ Well… People usually scream when they’re near me.
_ Too bad for you, hu?
Silent.
He was so impressed by the woman’s reaction that didn’t even notice she was supporting her face with her arm. She looked very tired when she sighed.
_ Really? Won’t you scream at all?
_ What? – she was surprised because didn’t expect him to keep talking. Then she got suddenly angry – Shut up. I have my own fucking problems. So, listening to a drunk stupid guy, right now, is the last thing I need, ok? So, just shut your fucking mouth.
_ Hey, take it easy. What happened?
_ My mom is dead, alright?
_ What? I mean, I’m sorry.
_ She killed herself last week – she said before turning another dose in.
_ Why would she do that?
_ My dad died a few months ago. I guess she couldn’t do without him.

_ Dude, I’m deeply sorry. Now I got why you’re so down.
_ You should’ve said something like: Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright, you’ll see.
_ No way. Nothing is going to be alright, or the same. In fact, it’ll only get worse.
_ Uau, thanks a lot. Really. You did help me.
_ You’re parents are dead, you’re in a bar trying to get drunk and talking to a completely strange. You don’t seem to be a person who needs help.
_ Sarcasm? Are you really using sarcasm? Jesus. They don’t make men as good as the usual. Do you pretend to sleep with me using dark sarcasm?
_ Hey, I’m not that dirty. Don’t be so sure of yourself.
_ Come on, what else could you be looking for?
_ A friendly conversation between two people in dire straits?
_ I doubt your situation is worse than mine.
_ Want to bet?
_ Of course.
_ I’m a famous actor, a real one. My last movie won an Oscar and now I don’t have any time to breathe. All these pressure and fans are suffocating me. I don’t know what to do; I’m lost. I don’t have friends or family. I guess I’m getting sick of all this shit.
She laughed at him.
_ Do you expect me to believe in this? There’s no need to lie, man.
_ I’m not lying. You can believe or not.
_ Let’s pretend I do. Why don’t you just walk away from all the madness?
_ I can’t.
_ Why?
_ I just can’t.
_ So, what is a famous actor doing in a place like this?
_ I’m trying to walk away from all the madness…
_ Alright. You know what? I don’t need this. I’m a person who usually doesn’t need help. Neither from drinks nor from strange strangers. I’m leaving.
_ Wait! Let’s have another drink, let’s get the hell out of here.
_ No! What are you thinking? My mom is dead, I have to rearrange my life and my boyfriend will probably kill me when I get home.
_ So give me you’re number. Maybe I can call you when everything turns out ok.
_ Nothing is going to be ok, remember? Bye…
_ Hey, tell me just what your name is…
_ I’m Alissa. I’ve got to go…
_ Won’t you ask mine?
_ Don’t need to. You’re a famous actor; I’ll see you in a film if I’m lucky.
_ I’m sure you will – but she was already too far to hear him.