Michael *Throws his duvet and pillow back on his bed. Takes his tshirt off and jeans a little concerned what she'll say about the scars on his back.* Don't come crying to me when you get backache in the night.
Harper: *stares at the floor, smiling dreamily* (The pills are what keep her jumpy, hyper, and enthusiastic. If she runs out, you'll see a major difference in her personality.)
Michael We'll have to see if Dixon and Harper are coming on field tomorrow. *Sits in his bed and leans over and takes the house phone, dials Harpers number and waits patiently for her to answer.*
Michael Alright then love, we'll see you tomorrow about one o'clock. *Puts the phone down then dials Dixons number.*
Michael F*** it. I'm knackered! *Puts the phone back and cuddles up in his duvet.* Night Framboise!