[That THUD is a little alarming. Aubrey's reaction makes him smile, because of course it does - this is the anger he was looking for, and he doesn't mind at all that it's in Floch's direction; however, if she's angry enough that she might not show up, that's no good. His smile fades when he considers that.

[He forces a drunken snicker, if only to match her livid laughter. Is the car engine on? He can't tell.]

Come the fuck on, Aubrey. Don't be stupid. Like I'd ever date Floch. Fuck him, yeah. Date him? I still have some self-respect left.

I was kidding.