
Let me set the scene for you…
INT. AMERICAN EAGLE – DAY
Vintage cut polos. Frayed jeans. Cargo shorts. Simply an endless array of lesbian wardrobe staples.
O’Neill ogles the rainbow of polos before her.
INNER O’NEILL
I don’t need another polo. Yes, I want one... I want more than one. But I don’t NEED one.
O’Neill starts to walk away, stops, and then doubles back.
INNER O’NEILL
Who am I kidding? I gonna get the polo.
KEGGERS spots O’Neill looking at the polos and sidles up next to her. Dressed head to toe in American Eagle, he appears as if he’s just stepped out of an storefront ad.
KEGGER
Can I help you with something?
O’NEILL
Actually, yeah. Can you get me that polo?
KEGGER
The navy one?
O’NEILL
Yeah. Thanks.
KEGGER
What size does he wear?
INNER O’NEILL
Wait a minute…
O’NEILL
He?
KEGGER.
Your boyfriend.
O’Neill fights the urge to burst out laughing.
KEGGER
(confused)
Everything ok?
INNER O’NEILL
Oh this is gonna be fun.
O’NEILL
Sorry.
(pause)
Yeah. My boyfriend. Um… I think he’s a small.
KEGGER
You sure about that? That’s pretty tiny for a guy.
INNER O’NEILL
That’s cause it’s not for a guy.
KEGGER
What’s he look like?
O’NEILL
6’1. Kinda lengthy. Broad shoulders. Bright blue eyes—
INNER O’NEILL
…Is completely imaginary.
KEGGER
Blue eyes? You definitely shouldn’t go with navy. Try yellow.
INNER O’NEILL
Um… translucently pale here. Yellows are avoided at all cost.
O’NEILL
Actually—
Kegger grabs a yellow polo off of the shelf and hands it to O’Neill.
KEGGER
Trust me. Yellow brings out blue eyes. Like yours.
(pause)
Anyone ever tell you you’ve got killer blue eyes?
INNER O’NEILL
Really? Hitting on me? Buddy, we’re wearing the same exact jeans! Need a bigger hint?
A beat.
Kegger reaches into his pocket and pulls out a scrap of paper and a pen. He scribbles down a number.
KEGGER
Listen, I don’t normally do this but if things ever go south with your boy give me a call.
O’Neill looks at the digits as a devilish smile crawls across her face.
INNER O’NEILL
Time to go in for the kill…
O’NEILL
Thanks. You’re adorable. Really. But you’re not my type. My boyfriend, though, absolutely loves frat boys.
(pause)
Quick question. You a top or a bottom?
Ah yes. Poor unsuspecting boys. They hardly ever know what hit them. :)
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