Talk to her.

Last year you swore to her that you'd always be friends. The friendship was touching, but always a little tenuous, though you did try. Despite the discomfort, you're going to keep your promise.

Diane sees you waiting in the doorway and heads over, smiling. She wraps her arms around you and tells you that she's missed you. She'd been traveling throughout the summer. It has been awhile since you got to hold her like this. Even through her white blouse, you can feel the tenderness of her melons pressed warmly against your chest, like two down-pillows.

You take her to a more secluded space and make small talk, asking her about her travels and how she's been. Her family is doing well, according to her, although the divorce will be final by next week. Diane's always been the type to keep smiling on through the storm, and what a shimmering smile it is.

"Hey," she says, "do you wanna get outta here? I mean, me and some friends are gonna go to a club. I'm not sure what kind, but Tony said that he knows some good ones."

Downstairs, Diane's group gathers, and she introduces you to her friends.

"Nice meetin ya," says Tony, politely shaking your hand. His girlfriend, Maggie, follows suit. She's a short girl with wavy dark brown hair, with the biggest dimples you've ever seen.

"So where are you taking us, Tony?" asks Diane.
"Well, it's up to you guys. I've been to both of these clubs and they're both the shit. One's called 'Trancid' and it's a dance club, and the other one's like a comedy club, but they really do a whole variety of shit like bands, and comedy, and magicians and shit."

A thin white guy with glasses pipes up, "Dude, I'm not going to some club called 'Trancid.' " That's Terry, and he's a physics major. He looks nerdy but he's got quite a mouth.

"It sounds like 'rancid.' That's gotta be bad, Man. I'm not going to that shit, Dude," Terry finishes. Or not. "I mean, who the fuck would name their club 'Trancid?' What, you're going to hypnotize me with your trash?"

"So I take it you'd rather go to the comedy club," interjects Tony.
"Better than some 'the shit'-- or 'piece of shit,' I should say-- place called 'Trancid.' "
"Okay just shut the fuck up, Terry. Let's vote. Who wants to go to Trancid, and who wants to go to...ahhhh I forgot the name...who wants to go to the comedy club?"