Ashlie: That should do it. The Yorkshire Grey in half an hour... I’m here in Covent Garden and we’re going on a night out. It’s the very centre of London – a place where lots of people come to meet up and hit the town. Now, Stephen should be here any minute.
Stephen: Hi Ash. Sorry I’m late. Have you heard from Caroline and Carl?
Ashlie: Yes, they’re at the Yorkshire Grey. Just round the corner. Come on.
Stephen: You alright?
Ashlie: How are you?
Stephen: Hi Carline – how’ve you been?
Caroline: Yeah good – so great to see you.
Carl: How are you? How’s things?
Ashlie: Really good. You?
Carl: Yeah – good thanks.
Ashlie: Go on then Stephen – get us some drinks.
Stephen: Ok – what will you have?
Ashlie: I’ll have a sparkling water and what are you having, Caroline?
Caroline: Er, a glass of white wine.
Ashlie: And a glass of white for Caroline. Ooh and get us some crisps, salt and vinegar.
Stephen: And how about you Carl? What can I get you?
Carl: Thanks Stephen, I’ll have a pint of lager.
Ashlie: Come on then. Let’s go and sit down.
Carl: I’ll give you a hand.
Stephen: Hi there. Can I have a sparkling …
Stephen: Sorry - Hi Phil? This really isn’t a good time. I’ll call you back in er...10 minutes? OK. Yeah. Right. Um, can I have a sparkling water, a glass of white wine, a coke, a pint of lager - and a packet of salt and vinegar crisps, please?
Barmaid: There’s the lager, a sparkling water, a cola and a packet of salt and vinegar crisps.... Is there anything else?
Stephen: That’s it thanks.
Barmaid: That’s nine ninety, please.
Stephen: Here you go, 10 pounds. Keep the change.
Ashlie: Here they are. You guys took your time.
Stephen: Big queue at the bar. There you go.
Ashlie: Thank you.
Ashlie: So, what’s the plan for tonight then?
Stephen: Well, we could go to another pub? Or we could… Phil called. I said I’d call him back.
Ashlie: Ah - I’ll give him a ring. His band might be playing tonight. I’ll just pop outside. I’ll be back in a sec.
Caroline: What sort of music is it?
Stephen: Do you know what … it’s a bit … it’s not my kind of thing…
Ashlie: Right guys. Listen. Phil’s band are playing tonight in Brixton and if we leave now we’ll make it just in time.
Carl: OK then, lets go.
Ashlie: Come on then, let’s get a taxi.
Ashlie: Wow, they’re so cool!
Singer: Thank you very much. We’re the Rum Shebeens. Goodnight.
Ashlie: They were excellent. They were so good!
Stephen: Ah - I’m not sure about the music. It’s not exactly my kind of thing. You can’t really dance to it, can you? You know what guys, I think we should go dancing. I know a great place.
Carl: Actually, it’s getting quite late.
Stephen: Oh, come on.
Carl: Sorry, I’ve got to go to work in the morning.
Caroline: Me too, Stephen. I’m sorry. We’ll get a taxi home.
Stephen: OK, never mind. It looks like it’s just me and you, kid!
Ashlie: Well, actually Stephen, it is late and...
Stephen: Oh come on, don’t be so boring. I want to dance.
Ashlie: Oh, alright, then. See you later guys!
Caroline: Have a good night. See you later!
Ashlie: See you!
Stephen: Have a good night – take care!
Ashlie: Right then. Where are you taking me?
Stephen: You’re going to love it.