[11:30 PM and 10:45 PM, dressed in sexy cocktail dresses, are sitting at the bar with 6:00 PM, dressed in a business suit, tie undone]
6:00 PM (looking at his watch): It's 6:00 in Dublin right now! Bartender - Irish Car Bombs for me and the ladies!
[The three of them do Irish Car Bomb shots]
[In walks Noon, wearing a Tommy Bahama Hawaiian shirt. The ladies turn toward him]
11:30 PM: Oh. My. God. It's Noooooon!
10:45 PM: He is so fucking famous - and hot!
6:00 PM: Ooooh it's Noon, he's got a real name, not a number - ooooh! Look ladies this isn't Spain - there are no siestas in America. In these parts you're usually at your desk with your tummy growling for a Chipotle Taco Salad at Noon. But at 6:00, you're out of work, slippin' into something a little more comfortable for the evening...
[Noon sidles up to the bar. The bartender eagerly awaits his order]
Noon: A strawberry daiquiri for me, and two more for these lovely ladies
[11:30 PM and 10:45 PM move away from 6:00 PM and sit next to Noon, who hands them their drinks]
Noon: You know in Puerto Rico, Noon is officially siesta time. You are legally not allowed to be working at Noon. True story
[11:30 PM and 10:45 PM coo]
[Into the bar saunters Midnight. He is decked out in his finest clubbing attire - Ed Hardy shirt, black jeans, Gucci sunglasses indoors. The whole bar turns to watch him]
11:30 PM (whispering): Holy. Fucking. Shitballs. It's Midnight
10:45 PM (whispering): He is the biggest celebrity in the Time world. And he's fucking sexy as as all hell
[Midnight sidles up to the bar]
Midnight: Goose. On the rocks.
[Bartender pours a glass of Grey Goose and hands it to Midnight]
[Midnight wags his finger "No"]
Midnight: One for everyone in this joint
[Midnight whips out his American Express Black Card. 11:30 PM, 10:45 PM, and all the other ladies in the bar congregate around Midnight. With the rush of people, Noon is forced to shift over to where 6:00 PM is sitting]
Noon: Don't these girls realize they're usually--
6:00 PM: -- asleep at that time. Tell me about it.
Noon and 6:00 PM (in unison): Fuckin' Midnight
[Noon and 6:00 PM take sips from their respective drinks]
[8:07 AM, dressed in a short-sleeve button down, tie, and unironic George H.W. Bush glasses, approaches Noon and 6:00 PM]
8:07 AM: Hey guys, so let me caveat this by saying the lockout has this whole season very much up in the air, but I was wondering if you guys wanted to sign up for my Fantasy Basketball League? We're goin' with ESPN this year - Yahoo!'s mobile integration was just not up to snuff
[Noon and 6:00PM shoot death stares at 8:07 AM]