Zoey: Drugs.
[whispering]
Zoey: Is that drugs? You want to do drugs?
Aiden: You don't have to whisper. There are no cops here.
[pause]
Aiden: Unless you're a cop. In which case, you are legally required to tell me.
Zoey: Nope.
[Australian accent]
Zoey: I am not a cop.
[normal voice]
Zoey: I am also not a drug person, per se... . or at all...
[she laughs as Aiden tries to hand her a pill, Zoey nervously stands]
Zoey: ... And we're comfortable with um... who sold you those drugs, right? They're um, a reputable drug dealer.
Aiden: Yes.
Zoey: And the drugs themselves, they are... they're not laced with angel dust? Or are they angel dust? While we're at it, what is angel dust?
Aiden: Look, we really don't have to do this. It's only meant to be fun.
Zoey: Okay. Ah, no. Let's.
[whispers]
Zoey: I should do this.
[Aiden hands her a pill as he takes his]
Zoey: Okay, I have nothing big planned today. I need to live my life as rebellious as possible. What is the worst that could happen?
[Zoey takes her pill, and as she's swallowing, her phone buzzes. When she looks at it, she does a spit take]
Zoey: Hm. No way. The head of all of SprqpPoint is calling me right now! Of course this is happening. Should I answer it? He's gonna know. I'm gonna be fired.
Aiden: You took it nine seconds ago.
Zoey: [she answers the phone] Hello...? Mr. Michael Davis?