Page 14 of Net and Chill

CRAIG: Cool. Have fun.

BRIDGET: Did you want to come?

CRAIG: To the wedding?

BRIDGET: Or just to the reception. You don’t have to.

CRAIG: You don’t have a date?

BRIDGET: Nope.

CRAIG: I didn’t pack a suit…

BRIDGET: Too bad you don’t know a tailor who specializes in hockey butts.

CRAIG: It’s this weekend?

BRIDGET: Yes. This Saturday.

CRAIG: The thing is I was looking forward to laying low for a while.

BRIDGET: Yeah, of course. Just thought I’d ask.

CRAIG: I appreciate it.

CRAIG: If you really want me to go, I can go.

BRIDGET: No way. Don’t make me look at you in a suit again. Blech. Let me know when you want to hang out.

CRAIG: Are you free tonight?

BRIDGET: Oh my God you’re obsessed with me!

BRIDGET: Yeah, I’m available. Are you flying to Castlegar?

CRAIG: Yeah, I should be at my house in about four hours. I can order us dinner.

BRIDGET: Okay. I won’t tell my dad you’re in town yet or he’ll show up at your front door. He was so excited you were a finalist for that goalie trophy. And so mad that you didn’t win it.

CRAIG: I’ll stop by the shop tomorrow.

BRIDGET: He will literally shit himself.

CRAIG: Good thing he works at a dry cleaner.

Two Winters Ago

SAWYER: Why the fuck aren’t you here?

CRAIG: Shit. Are you there already?

CRAIG: I don’t think I’m going.

SAWYER: Are you still in your room?

CRAIG: I was talking to someone.

SAWYER: Someone in Kenton?