#474: Turn-On

[[A bar]]

Man: So, the LHC’s turning on. This could be our last night on earth.

Woman: Gimme a break. They’re not even colliding yet, and it won’t do anything cosmic rays haven’t.

[[The man starts to turn away.]]

Woman: Hey, I didn’t say no.

Woman: I’m a physics grad student. I need the excuse to party.

Man: So, you’re up for a night with a charming stranger?

Woman: Depends. Top or bottom?

Man: Hey, I haven’t even bought you a drink.

Woman: Barkeep, two whiskey sours, straight down.