Zilas: Dude, you are not gonna to believe the traffic while I was flying over here. I took Space Highway 8713 - bad. idea.
Xavier (disinterested): Oh hey Zilas. Yeah, I guess it is the weekend
[Another guy butts into the conversation]
Quixen: Did I hear someone say he took the 8713? Guys, do you not know about Suborbital Service Road 5621? No one's ever on it - zips along at nearly supersonic speeds
Zilas: Yeah until you hit those Space Traffic Lights.
Quixen: Come on bro, I'd take a few stops in exchange for no congestion any day. Xavier, whadda you think?
Xavier's Internal Monologue: Who gives a fuck? Wow you can get to this boring barbecue 10 minutes earlier if you take one route instead of the other! Whoop dee frickin' doo!
Xavier: I'll be honest - I took 8713 myself - it's a highway, no stops
Quixen: Yeah except when you're in Space Bumper to Space Bumper traffic! Space Jesus Christ!
[Jarina and Ordana sip Space Wine]
Jarina's Interior Monologue: I cannot believe Ordana's Space Boots are genuine Martian Leather from Tazlee Kallen Boutique. Maybe if Xavier actually buckled down and got a real job like Zilas instead of "pursuing his artistic vision" I could afford those. His "artistic vision" has got me in boots from five seasons ago. From Space Macy's. Fucking Xavier. Fucking Ordana with her fancy boots. Bitch.
Jarina: Oh my god, Ordana, your boots look amaaaaazing!
Ordana: Oh my god, thanks! Zilas got them for me at Tazlee Kallen!
[The two groups - men and women - rejoin]
Xavier: How're you enjoying the barbecue, honey?
Jarina: I'm having a great time, sweetheart!
Xavier: Me too!