Young female attorney: So, I went to my cousin’s party the other night and did keg stands with her and her law school friends.
Young male attorney: No way.
Young female attorney: Yup. I even played beer pong and flip cup.
Young male attorney: I can’t believe you went to a law school party.
Young female attorney: Oh, it gets better. I was talking to this 24-year-old guy, and in my drunken state accidently mentioned the name of the firm, and he was all like, ‘Oh my god! My father works for that firm! Do you know Steve Callahan*?’
Young male attorney: Whoa.
Young female attorney: Yeah, so I tried bargaining with him, telling him I wouldn’t tell his father about how he spends his Thursday nights if he wouldn’t mention that he saw me there.
Young male attorney: Oh, so you should be okay, then.
Young female attorney: Not so much. He reminded me that in order to tell his father anything, I’d have to admit I was there.
Young male attorney: Touché. Looks like he chose the right profession… Do you think Callahan would let him be my intern this summer?
–In line for shish kebab vendor, Astoria