Separate names with a comma.
Archie Not right now darling, but he'll be back later. I'll tell him to call you back later. Michael *Turns to the group* No point in hanging...
Archie (Michaels Dad) *Drags himself off the sofa and answers the house phone* Hello?
Michael I guess not then... *Turns around and walks down the steps.*
Michael Hi sir... *Takes a swig of his beer* I was wondering if Zach could come over to my house and listen to some crap reggae music.
Michael I might go talk to him for a good laugh. *Trudges up the steps of the house and knocks loudly on the door.*
Michael Well just talk to him.
*in case*
Michael I think you should stay home mate, oh and if you fall asleep sleep on your side invade you're sick.
Michael *Smirks quietly*
Michael *Looks down at the gravel.* Sure. Whatever.
Michael *Gets out of his car and zips up his harrington jacket half way.* I'll see you tomorrow.
Michael Yeah, he's always got a face like a smacked arse. *Waves at his Dad then turns back to Zach.* Right mate. Are you joining me and some...
Michael Mate, your Dad looks pretty pissed!
Michael *Moves to the front seat.* Hey zach were at your house!
Michael I know its not your car, but most people piss and moan about me playing music.
(How can you text? This is set in 1995.)
*By The Jam comes on* You don't mind me playing my music do you?
Michael *Leans foward and puts his tape and the song Going Underground by The Jam. Nods along.*
Michael That was the idea. Chill, chainsmoke and drink some cans of beer.
Michael I'll tell you on the night love... Now does anyone fancy coming over to my house later and listening to some crap reggae music?