Sunday, February 8, 2009

Vodka Martini with a Splash of Embarrassment


Let me set the scene for you…


INT. LOUNGE – NIGHT


Swanky, dimly lit lounge deep in the heart of Heteroville. A place that not only has no qualms serving cocktails in Dixie cups but also charges $20 for them.


SHORTIE and O’NEILL nurse their hard-to-pronounce, over-priced beers while trying to blend in.



O’NEILL

Remind me why we’re here again?


SHORTIE

So we can see first hand how little our former bunkmates have changed.


O’NEILL

Right.


SHORTIE

Plus, we could use a good laugh.


O’NEILL

Amen to that.


They toast and share a devilish smirk that only years of debauchery can produce.


A beat.


Enter the HERD OF LITTLE BLACK DRESSES. Tall Dress… Curly Dress… Chesty Dress… and bringing up the rear… Sloppy Drunk Dress.


CHESTY DRESS

Oh my god! Shortie?!


The herd immediately swoops in engulfing Shortie in a round of customary air kiss/fake hug combos.


Then, with force smiles and an air of obligation, they turn towards O’NEILL and give a curt nod of acknowledgment.


INNER O’NEILL

Wow. It only took you 3.6 seconds to make me feel like that awkward 16-year-old all over again. Kudos ladies!


O’NEILL

(quietly)

Hi.


The herd forms a semi circle around Shortie completely blocking O’Neill out.


INNER O’NEILL

Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll just stare at your backs.


A beat.


Suddenly, Sloppy Drunk Dress whips around teetering on her heels as she does. She’s got nothing but Grey Goose running through her veins.


SLOPPY DRUNK DRESS

Hey! I didn’t see you standing there. Did you just get here?


O’NEILL

Nope. I came with Shortie.


SLOPPY DRUNK DRESS

(laughing)

Bert and Ernie.


O’NEILL

More Batman and Robin. But yeah.


SLOPPY DRUNK DRESS

So what’ve you been up to?


INNER O’NEILL

Me? Oh, I’ve just been working, dating, drug smuggling… You know the usual.


O’NEILL

Not much. How about—


SLOPPY DRUNK DRESS

(Interrupting)

Tons!


Sloppy Drunk Dress thrusts her hand into O’Neill’s face, flashing her golf ball sized rock.


SLOPPY DRUNK DRESS

15 carat. Princess cut. Isn’t it gorgeous? The wedding’s in March.


INNER O’NEILL

Looks like you bagged a rich one. Good. At least he’ll be able to afford Betty Fords.


O’NEILL

Mazel Tov.


SLOPPY DRUNK DRESS

Thanks! I’m like soooo excited. Are you dating anyone?


O’NEILL

Not really. I was sorta seeing this girl but…


Sloppy Drunk Dress’ eyes widen with a flash of sudden sobriety.


SLOPPY DRUNK DRESS

(yelling)

Oh. My. God.


Sloppy Drunk Dress whips back around toward the herd.


SLOPPY DRUNK DRESS

Hey! Did you guys know O’Neill’s a lesbian?


A look of abject horror sweeps across O’Neill’s face as all eyes fall upon her.


INNER O’NEILL

I’ll take most embarrassing ways one can be outed for $500, Alex.



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