Monday, April 13, 2009

Act. L. Scene 8.

Lights up. 

1 walks in.
Looks at their watch. 
Looks around. 

1 Has a briefcase and a nice little hat.
It's a cute gray one.
Little flare.
But still classy.

1 sits down.

For about 309 Seconds. 

2 Walks in. 
Very Casually. 

2. Oh.

1. Hello.

2. You're early.

1. Late.

2. Pardon?

1. I'm late. 

2. Early.

1. No.

2. Yes.

(Beat)

2. I'm on time. 

1. I'm late. 

2. Early. If I'm on time you're early. 

(Beat)

1. Ugh. Whatever.

2. Yeah. Fuck you too.

They flip each other.
Kiss. 
Then slap each other with their briefcases.
Kiss again.
But this time there is no passion. They simply do it because they are told. 
They shake hands.
And go off opposite of how they came on.

END


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