Let me set the scene for you…
INT. CLUBHOUSE – NIGHT
O’Neill and BK are camped out at a table near the back of the bar steadily making their way through a pitcher and a basket of wings. Clearly, it’s one of those types of night.
BK
I’m done. Completely 100% done.
O’NEILL
Right.
BK
I’m dead serious.
INNER O’NEILL
Quick question… Do you spell serious C-O-R-O-N-A or S-T-E-L-L-A?
O’NEILL
No. I believe you.
BK
No more girls. Not a single one.
INNER O’NEILL
Self imposed celibacy? That’s got a shelf life of two to three days. Four tops.
BK
I’m done with all their bullshit.
(pause)
Jamie and I have been breaking-up for over a month now. A month.
INNER O’NEILL
Four months.
BK
And it’s still not over. She was supposed to just swing by last night, pick up her shit, and leave. But did that happen? No.
INNER O’NEILL
I’ll take Good-bye Sex for $400, Alex.
O’NEILL
Give it time.
BK
Dude, I gave it time.
(pause)
I know I’ve said this before—
INNER O’NEILL
After Laura. And Hailey. And Kelly.
BK
But I really mean it this time.
INNER O’NEILL
Stacy, Devon, Andrea…
BK
125% done!
A beat.
CELL PHONE rings.
BK flips her phone open and checks the screen.
BK
(embarrassed)
It’s um…
O’NEILL
Go call her.
BK
Thanks. Be back in five.
O’Neill watches as BK disappears into the bar crowd, cell phone pressed against her ear. She pours herself another glass from the pitcher.
INNER O’NEILL
(Smiling)
So not done.
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