A story to pass the time

Jonathan looked hard at me from across the table and lit another cigarette. “You’re going to make an ass out of yerself,” he said, holding his smoke.
“You don’t think I know that? It’s a consequence that’s all.” I said. I reached across the table and took his pack of Camels. He’s stopped making smart assed comments, so when I inhaled I heard my cigarette burning.
“So you’re going over to his place, and you’re going to tell him you’re completely in love with him.?” Jonathan asked with slight condescension.
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I pulled strong on my Camel, the dry, heavy smoke tumbling down my esophagus.
“But Trout’s’ with someone else aint he?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“He’s with a bouncer though, aint he?”
“I guess he is.”
“Youre a damn fool.”
“I’m a damn madman, and don’t call him Trout, his name is Vincent.”
“I known him longer than you have. Hell I introduced you two, set this whole damn thing in motion. I think I can call Vincent what ever the hell I want.”
“Touché my good man.”
Another long drag, a slight pause.
“you’re damn right, touché.”