your tube or my place

he asks her if she wants to go back to his place, but she says, "i've already seen your place and prefer mine. would you like to go to my place?" she asks, but he can't.

"there's a show I really want to watch tonight and you don't have cable."

"we could probably watch it on youtube tomorrow," she replies hoping he's interested in an evening of, well, for g-dsake, she's got half her clothes off already and they haven't even left the restaurant.

with arrogance, he shoots her down, "the quality is shit," and sinks his teeth into her breast.

Silence.

"I prefer marsala to kiev."

"We could go to your place as long as your roommates aren't home."

"Sure," he speaks with an air of cynicism, "I'll just call them up and tell them they have to go hang out in the alley for a while until you've climaxed."

"I doubt that will ever happen."

Silence.

he pays the bill though she offers to split it with him. "my tax returns just came in."

"oh," she lets out although after he drops her off and she slips into her pajamas she thinks a better response would have been, "asshole."