"How much do you love me?" Chris asks as soon as Kathy answers the phone.
"… I don’t know, how much cash is involved? Are we talking bury a body or hire a hit man?" Kathy answers. "How did you even get my number?"
"You gave it to me," Chris reminds her.
"Was I drunk?"
"You were drunk, yes."
"God damnit." She sighs. "What, then?"
"You have Darren Criss on your show tonight," Chris says. "I have a question that you have to ask him."
"That’s it, kid? A question? You know I have to run those things by people, right? No offense, but I only do favors that bring me either orgasms or ratings."
"Yeah, trust me," Chris says, grinning. "You’ll get a great reaction from it, it’s good, I promise."
"Oh fine. But only because you’re cute and you haven’t tried to grope my boobs yet," Kathy says. "Hit me with it."
"Ask him when the last time he…"