   Her: How would that even go???   [Absolute silence]  Daren
fiddles with his steak knife.  Tanim (to Chriselle): Thank you
for cooking dinner.  Chriselle: Oh.  You’re welcome.  It was my
pleasure.  Daren snorts.  Elyssa concentrates on eating her
squash.     [Daren exits.]     Chriselle: MmHMM.  Elyssa
blushes.    Elyssa coughs.   Tanim: Would either of you like
something?  Chriselle: Oh, no thank you; we don’t drink.  Tanim:
You may want to tonight.  Chriselle: What doesn’t taste like
alcohol at all?  Tanim: I can make you a mojito.  Chriselle:
Sure.  Tanim (gesturing towards Elyssa): And her?   Tanim: I…
have drugs.  Chriselle: Um.       Tanim hands the drink to
Chriselle.  Chriselle: Thank you, sir.  Tanim (laughs softly):
Sir?  Chriselle (laughs to herself): Habit.  Tanim nods,
smiling.  Another crashing noise from the bedroom.   Tanim: Ah,
please excuse his behavior.  Chriselle: Is he all right?  Elyssa
(under her breath): Is he ever?  Tanim: Pardon me?  Elyssa: You
have a lovely apartment.  Tanim winc