"Get out, David! We're through!" Elaine Bennes shouted at her on-again/off-again boyfriend.
"Come on, Elaine. Let's go to bed. You know you'll take me back afterward." David Puddy said.
"Not a chance!" Elaine yelled, knowing full well that she was lying. Of course she'd take him back... eventually.
"Suit yourself." David said. He began to gather his belongings while Elaine hurried to help him. The sooner he was out of her apartment the better.
"Here!" she said, shoving a pile of clothes into David's arms. "Take your crap and get out!"
"Fine, fine." David said. "I have tickets to the Mets anyway; box seats."
For good measure, he reached into his pocket, removed the tickets and waved them in Elaine's face.
"So? What do I care about some stupid baseball game?"
She pushed David's hand out of her face and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the tickets; Mets Vs Baltimore.
Suddenly her chest felt tight, remembering...
"...anymore! Get it, Bennes?" David was saying.
Startled, Elaine looked up. "Huh? What?"
David shrugged. "Um, never mind. Goodbye."
Seconds later, the door slammed shut, leaving Elaine alone in the empty apartment.
"Yeah? Well, good riddance!" She yelled to the closed door.
Great. Now what was she supposed to do?
Silence filled the apartment as she sank into the sofa and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, she opened them.
"Damn... It's too quiet in here. I need noise."
A few minutes later, she was dashing out the door.