“You know what Thomas, if you were really looking for money you should have sued that bastard who messed you up like this.  Sued him for everything that he has.  You would be living a comfortable life and you could get your face fixed.”

“Oh there’s nothing wrong with my face.  In fact sometimes when I think about it I think it’s pretty cool.  I mean it’s always a conversation topic.  Everyone always wants to know what happened.  This way I always have at least one interesting story for everybody.  It’s pretty awesome.”

“Pretty awesome.  You are insane.  Look at you.  You’re a freak.”  Kurt continued staring at Thomas’s disfigured features.  “You’re a freak.”

“Well, I don’t see it that way.  Hey you know, because of my face I actually was able to get this girl’s number the other day.  I met her at the bus stop.  After I told her about my accident we started chatting and she ended up giving me her number.”

“You are so full of crap.”

“No seriously.  Her name was Jenny.  I think I still have the piece of paper she wrote her number on.”  Thomas reached in his pocket and along with a handful of coins pulled out a bus transfer with a name and number on the back.  “Voila,” he triumphantly said.

Kurt looked at the paper and smiled.  “Is this for real?”

“Yeah totally.  She wrote it herself and told me not to lose it.”

“So let me get this straight,” Kurt started.  A short-haired brunette wearing a dress two sizes too small sat at the bar next to them and ordered a sombrero which was delivered to her in record speed.  There was something odd about her, Kurt thought.  It wasn’t that she was attractive – or unattractive, but rather she just had an interesting look that made one want to continuously stare at her.  It was almost as if she had been sculpted with the basics yet no one had bothered to add the finishing touches to her face.  She took a sip from her drink, looked in the direction of Kurt and Thomas and said, “Mmmm.”

“You met this girl...”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm.”

“…and she said her name is Jenny…”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm.”

“…and she gave you her number…”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm.”

“…and she told you not to lose it…”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm.”

“…and her number is 867-5309.”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm.”

Whether it was from the constant mmmm’s or the obvious prank that Thomas had fallen victim to, Kurt decided he had had enough and needed to unleash his frustration.  He turned to the brunette and practically screamed in her face, “Would you shut the hell up?  We’re trying to have a conversation here.  Must you be so annoying?”

Thomas locked eyes with the brunette and extended his hand.  “Hi, I’m Thomas.”