The Business Trip

"Yeah, Mr. Beckett, dude. Like, I don't think me and Marcus are gonna be able to make it back to the office tomorrow. We're, like, gonna stay on vacation for a little bit longer."

"Excuse me?" said Mr. Beckett over the phone, "Did you just call me 'dude?' And what the hell is up with your voice, Sam? God damn it, I send you two off for a weekend business trip to the beach. Sure, I expect that you would spend some time at the hotel pool bar, but Jesus Christ! Now you're talking to me like some goddamn surfer kid? Now you listen to me, Sam. You and Marcus better be back in this office on Monday, and you better have those reports to me, or --"

"Dude, chill!" said Sam, "Yeah me and Marcus had some drinks at the pool bar. So what, dude? It was AWESOME! And this bartender was, like, totally hot and he made us these drinks that he said would take away all of our worries."

Sam and Marcus both chuckled dumbly. They were totally going to go get some more drinks and hit the pool as soon as they got off the phone with their boss. Hopefully the bartender from last night would be there again.

"I don't want to hear this shit! If you two don't come to your senses, and you're not back here on Monday, and you don't have those reports to me --"

"Yeah, whatever, dude," said Sam, hanging up the cell phone and tossing it on the coffee table of their hotel suite.

"That dude needs to chill," said Marcus, "Come on, dude. Let's go get some drinks and finish out this weekend right!"