Babel - Continued from thread elsewhere.

[Trintara]

"I.. nothing." He frowns and looks confused.

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"We went dancing. Is that a problem?" He leans close to Russ.  

[Isidore]

She squeezes his arm. "I'm only teasing, Richard. You've seen pretty much all there is to see, haven't you?"

--

Russ turns to face Matthew, still frowning. "You're a little old to be taking teenage girls out dancing, aren't you?"  

[Trintara]

"Well, yes." He reddens.

Darius rolls his eyes.

---

"She was sad." He pokes roughly at Russ's chest.  

[Isidore]

Arm pat.

--

"You've been drinking." COUNTER POKE.  

[Trintara]

They approach the house. Darius opens the door and enters.

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"Not that much." POKE POKE!  

[Isidore]

Angie slips in after him.

--

"Too much!"  

[Trintara]

Darius heads upstairs.

Richard hurries inside.

---

"Wrong." Poke.  

[Isidore]

Angie goes back into the kitchen to put things away.

--

"Even a little is too much when you're out with a teenage girl, you a**."  

[Trintara]

Richard goes with.

---

"Why? It's not like anything happened. a**."  

[Isidore]

"What did you pick up for dinner?"

--

"It might have! And how do I know that?"  

[Trintara]

"Pasta."

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"Because you're an a**."  

[Isidore]

"Good. I'm hungry."

--

Russ is trying very hard not to punch Matthew. His clenched fist trembles with the effort.  

[Trintara]

He smiles slightly and looks around for a pot.

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"She was having a bad day, I tried to cheer her up. And then you stepped in to be an a**."  

[Isidore]

"Are you going to add meatballs?"

--

"I stepped in to make sure she was okay!"  

[Trintara]

"Yes."

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"By not letting her in?"