Thursday, February 19, 2009

Eight Ball Corner Pocket


Let me set the scene for you…

INT. MCANNS – NIGHT

An old-school Irish pub where the bar flies are just as old as the jut box selections.

O’NEILL and VET man the pool table, setting up for another game. Vet racks while O’Neill chalks her cue.

Vet is the epitome of an ex-collegiate athlete. Track jacket. Hair pulled back into a messy ponytail/ head band combo. There’s no question she’s on a first name basis with her orthopedic surgeon.

Vet finishes racking and O’Neill lines up to break.

VET

Don’t think so.


O’Neill

What?


VET

You can’t break.


O’NEILL

Can too.


Vet rolls her eyes and shakes her head.


VET

(sarcastically)

Fine. Be my guest, Hotshot.


INNER O’NEILL

Jesus. I hate it when you call me that.


O’Neill shoots, misses the break, and completely scratches.


Instantly, Vet bursts out in uncontrollable laughter.


O’Neill

Don’t.


VET

(laughing)

I didn’t say anything.


Vet lines up, shoots, and manages to sink three balls. The perfect break.


INNER O’NEILL

Why do you have to be so good at everything?


O’NEILL

Show off.


VET

Uh-huh.

(pause)

You need to date a pool shark.


O’NEILL

(sarcastically)

Oh really?


VET

Yeah. Or else I might just have to start dating you again. Someone needs to do something about your pool skills.


INNER O’NEILL

What? Did you just say date? Confusion party of one…


O’NEILL

Ha! I’m sure Kelly would love that.


Thrown off guard, Vet’s whole demeanor instantly changes. She misses her shot.


VET

(quietly)

We broke up.


O’NEILL
Oh. I…


VET

Yeah. Two months ago.


O’NEILL

You ok?


Vet forces a smile and shrugs her shoulders.


VET

Eh… I’m fine.


INNER O’NEILL

Stop lying. I’ve known you for almost 15 years. I know that look… I’ve caused that look.


VET

Timing’s a bitch.


INNER O’NEILL

I’m never going to live down those words, am I?


VET

But that’s what it boils down to, right? Timing.


INNER O’NEILL

…It was more than that.


VET

You and I are prime examples of that.


INNER O’NEILL

I’m sorry.


O’NEILL

Yeah.


A beat.


Vet surveys the table for a moment or two and looks back at O’Neill with a reassuring smirk.


VET

Shoot already, Hotshot. Those balls aren’t going to scratch themselves.


O’NEILL

Smartass.

2 comments:

  1. O'Neill,

    Where do you get your pics for your blog? I am currently in search of a good site to use for the intro pics.

    Thanks! Btw, great blog!

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