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At the bar.

               
                   
Act I, Scene II:                    
                    
                   
                   
LostGirl enters a noisy restaurant. Saunters up to the bar. Orders a strawberry daiquiri.                    
                   
As she peers through the crowd, LostGirl notices a man across from her starring.                    
                   
The phone begins to vibrate. LostGirl opens up her purse, searching frantically.                    
                   
                   
A dialogue begins.                    
                   
                   
Lostgirl: What are you up to?                  
   
Friend: Chilling.                    
   
Friend: What about you?                    
   
Lostgirl: Drinking soon I hope.                    
   
Friend: What fantastic night do you have planned?          
   
Friend: Just you or with your girls?                  
   
Lostgirl: Just me.. so far.                    
   
Friend: Any word from your new guy?          
   
Lostgirl: Yes.                    
   
Lostgirl: We flirt casually.. but nothing serious..                 
   
LostGirl: Like let's connect..                    
   
LostGirl: Blah, blah, blah..                    
   
Friend: Ok, ok, ok!                    
   
LostGirl: I think I'll just take it slow. No expectations..                    
   
Friend: (Scoffs) Dang! What's his problem?                    
   
LostGirl: He's being super cautious, I guess.  I mean, I can't force things, can I?             
   
Friend: Maybe he's afraid of rejection.          
   
LostGirl: I doubt it..                  
   
LostGirl: I've been very forthcoming with how I feel.                    
   
Friend: He'll realize sooner than later it's his loss!                    
   
Friend: (Pauses) Hey..                    
   
Friend: I've actually shown my wife all my new poems and she loved them..                    
   
Friend: Thanks to you!                    
   
Friend: She says I should try to continue and make enough for a whole book!                    
 
LostGirl: Well, damn, she sounds super supportive.                    
   
Friend: Very!                    
   
LostGirl: No credit necessary..                    
   
LostGirl: You're the writer.                    
   
Friend: Nope, if I ever do a book, you will be credited for sure!                    
   
Friend: You are my inspiration..LostGirl.                    
   
LostGirl: Would YOUR wife be OKAY with that?                    
   
Friend: That's a good question!                    
   
LostGirl: Show her that naked picture of me..                  
   
LostGirl: Then she WILL understand where your inspiration came from!              
   
Friend: (Laughs) See what had happened was..                 
   
LostGirl: Then you can FINALLY get divorced! Chances are I'll still be single and hot.                    
   
Friend: (Sighs) You have absolutely no interest in me!                    
   
LostGirl: Many arranged marriages are far better and have far more success out of desperation..                 
   
LostGirl: And fucking me - you won't notice ANY difference.                    
   
LostGirl: Besides, I NEVER got a pony either..                    
   
LostGirl: We don't always get what we want.                    
   
Friend: (Laughs) I'm NO consolation prize!                    
   
LostGirl: Lighten up baby..                    
   
LostGirl: I'm the prize!                   
   
Friend: Absolutely!                    
   
Friend: You'll be trying to return me immediately.                    
   
LostGirl: There are NO decent men left in Toronto..                  
   
LostGirl: So marrying you won't be ALL that bad.                    
   
LostGirl: And what do you expect from me? A home-cooked meal?  A clean house? I know you don't.                    
   
Friend: Nope, I already do all that!                    
 
LostGirl: You expect a woman to lavish you with loads of attention!                   
   
LostGirl: Just picture me waiting for you..naked..with a drink in hand.                    
   
Friend: That's a VERY beautiful image!          
   
LostGirl: Exactly..                  
   
LostGirl: And all you have to do is keep my bar fully stocked.                    
   
Friend: That's easy.                    
   
LostGirl: We'll throw the very BEST dinner parties!                    
   
LostGirl: I'll entertain every one of our guests..                    
   
LostGirl: Floating around like a swan!        
   
Friend: It'll be my pleasure to watch!            
   
LostGirl: Prop me up on your mantel in a display case..                    
   
LostGirl: Your glittering, little trophy.. out of everyone else's reach.                    
   
Friend: All my boys will be JEALOUS!            
   
Friend: Does she have a sister they'll ask?    
   
LostGirl: Of course I don't! Women like me seldom come in PAIRS!                   
   
LostGirl: Poor darlings!                    
   
LostGirl: Stuck with the fat wives that won't even FUCK them.                    
   
LostGirl: I'll wear my dress a little too short.                    
   
Friend: (Laughs) And I'll keep your wine glass full!                    
   
LostGirl:  I'll soak up ALL the attention!    
   
Friend: You truly are one of a kind, LostGirl.                    
   
LostGirl:  I'll even flirt with your boss at the party.                    
   
LostGirl: Wrap my arms playfully around him!                    
   
LostGirl: He'll believe he's one step closer.. I'll let him have that illusion! Whatever gets you that promotion.                    
   
Friend: (Chuckles) Oh, my! The wives WILL gossip!                    
   
LostGirl:  They WILL chew up my good name and SPIT it out!                    
   
LostGirl: Let them talk!                    
   
LostGirl: It's more entertaining than PT meetings and debating which desserts weren't gluten free at the goddamn school fundraiser!                    
   
Friend: I see!                    
   
LostGirl: Let them gawk and call me a whore!                    
   
LostGirl: I get what I WANT in the end.          
   
Friend: As you should!                    
   
LostGirl: I scratch and I fight and I don't give up.. until my claws sink into my victims!                    
LostGirl: Respect me or fear me..                    
   
LostGirl: Shy and timid was never my style, baby!                    
   
Friend: (Laughs) No, I can see that!                    
   
LostGirl: If I were your wife.. you'd deserve the VERY best!                    
   
Friend: Really?                    
   
LostGirl: You'd fucking get it.                    
   
LostGirl: NOTHING would be mediocre.      
   
LostGirl: Not the house..                   
   
LostGirl: Not the job..                    
   
LostGirl: Not the car..                   
   
LostGirl: Not the parties..                   
   
LostGirl: Not the friends..                    
   
LostGirl: Not the drugs..                    
   
LostGirl: And definitely NOT the sex.          
   
Friend: Life in the fast lane, huh?                    
   
LostGirl: I'm TOO much for you.                    
   
LostGirl: That little wife who used to shrink in your shadow is gone..                    
   
LostGirl:  I AM the show, baby! A one woman show!  
   
LostGirl: I only make the men I'm with BETTER!                    
   
Friend: Is that so?                    
   
LostGirl: It's my FUCKING circus!                    
   
LostGirl: So dance to my tune..                    
   
LostGirl: You FUCKING little monkey! DANCE!                    
   
Friend: Oh my!                    
   
LostGirl: You'll have to get IN line!                    
 
Friend: (Laughs) I like a challenge!                    
   
LostGirl: Men like you are TOO easy for me..                    
   
LostGirl: I RUN right over you!                   
   
Friend: That may be true.                    
   
LostGirl: You are a nice simple, boring man. That's why you're married.            
   
Friend: If you say so.                    
   
LostGirl: While I'm out blazing through trails.. bulldozing down trees.. turning forest into ash..                    
   
LostGirl: You're picking up bare branches to make me a FUCKING fort!                    
   
Friend: Living it up for the both of us!        
   
LostGirl: You are so desperate for excitement!                
   
LostGirl: One of the most thrilling aspects of your day is talking to me.            
   
Friend: (Scoffs) Well, now!            
   
LostGirl: Even your sex is so predictable!    
   
LostGirl: I bet every position you could do with your eyes closed..                    
   
Friend:  Not true!                    
   
LostGirl: Well, I'm sure there is a rotation of scenery! Between the couch and the bed..              
   
LostGirl: Maybe you think missionary is wild stuff!                    
   
LostGirl: Maybe you think the porn you watch together is thrilling!                    
   
Friend: That's your opinion and you can have that.                    
   
LostGirl: Don't get me wrong! YOU may find it tolerable..                    
   
LostGirl: But you ain't had no passion in a long time!                    
   
Friend:  False!                    
   
LostGirl: When is the last time you fucked your woman in public?                    
   
Friend: (Scoffs) What?                    
   
LostGirl: In a public bathroom up against the wall.. while your relatives wait impatiently for your return to the table?      
   
Friend: You are so wrong!                    
   
LostGirl: Why are you not fucking your wife NOW while she's blindfolded in handcuffs?                    
LostGirl: I'll tell you why..                    
   
LostGirl: Because you're TOO busy talking to me!                    
   
Friend: I will once I get home!                    
   
LostGirl: BULLSHIT!                    
   
LostGirl: We both know she's TOO  busy meal prepping the kid's lunches.                    
   
LostGirl: You'll BOTH tuck the little one's in bed and pass out before 11 pm!                    
 
Friend: (Sighs) You know me too well!                    
   
LostGirl: On the off chance you do have sex..    
   
LostGirl: Do fantasize about me IF you have trouble performing..                    
   
LostGirl: I know its been while!                    
   
LostGirl: And your wife's hairy pussycat probably has dust on it!                    
   
Friend: (Laughs) Not at all!          
   
Friend: I LOVE how you portray me.              
   
LostGirl: That big gorilla has stretchmarks and wears a hairnet to bed! Admit it!             
   
LostGirl: You know its true!                    
   
Friend: Nope! Nice try, though..                    
   
Friend: She is EXTREMELY attractive!            
   
LostGirl: Pfft! That bitch doesn't hold a candle to me. There are simply NO comparisons, darling.                    
   
Friend: Beauty is relative.                    
   
LostGirl: You must insist on TORTURING yourself!                
   
LostGirl: Then again, didn't  you used to be extremely overweight?                    
   
LostGirl: And you're definitely NO Michael B. Jordan now! Not even an AGING, sophisticated Denzel Washington!                    
 
LostGirl: There is ONLY so high you could climb, darling.                    
   
Friend: (Scoffs) I AM happy with my wife, you know!                    
   
LostGirl: Well, I'm glad.                    
   
LostGirl: You may be happy with next to NOTHING!                    
   
LostGirl: Average.                    
   
LostGirl: Me? I want FUCKING spectacular!                    
   
LostGirl: Besides, you're too old for change anyway!                    
   
LostGirl: Stick with what works!                    
   
Friend: (Chuckles) My thoughts exactly.                    
   
Friend: Mr. Predictable, that's me!                    
   
LostGirl: You want to be unpredictable?    
   
LostGirl: Drive over to my apartment.        
   
LostGirl: Better yet, let's get a suite and have a proper affair.                    
   
LostGirl: One with room service and champagne.                    
   
LostGirl: Let me FUCK your brains out. It'll be good for you!                    
   
Friend: Sounds very, very tempting!              
   
Friend: (Pauses) What happens after?                    
   
LostGirl: You send me flowers and a thank you note.                    
   
Friend: I just might do that!                    
   
LostGirl: NO you won't!                    
   
LostGirl: You'll go home like you do EVERY single night, dear.                    
   
Friend: (Sighs) You win! I give up!                    
   
LostGirl: No baby, you LOST before the game EVEN started because you refuse to play!                    
Friend: Well I humbly bow down to you - a worthy adversary!                    
   
LostGirl: I want us to drive down the highway at 4 am.                    
   
Friend: Sounds like fun.                    
   
LostGirl: A bottle of dark, delicious rum and Four Seasons Oh, What a Night!  blaring on the radio.                    
   
LostGirl: We'll stop on the overpass so you can do a bump of coke between my thighs.                    
LostGirl: FUCK the children!                    
   
LostGirl: The curfew.                    
   
LostGirl: FUCK our jobs!                    
   
LostGirl: Our mundane day to day responsibilities.                    
   
LostGirl: And let's LIVE a little, baby!            
 
Friend: (Gasps) I've never done anything like that!                    
   
LostGirl: You know..                    
   
LostGirl: Someone else might view your life as trivial.. devoid of ANY substance..      
   
LostGirl:  Absolutely meaningless!                   
   
LostGirl: One day you'll die..                    
   
LostGirl: They'll assume, it must have been worth something in the end!                    
 
Friend: WOW! That's a pretty depressing thought!                    
   
LostGirl: Picture it! Remember?                    
   
LostGirl: You WERE a kid one day.                    
 
Friend: (Pauses) Yes, I suppose I was.                    
   
LostGirl: You had MUCH bigger aspirations in life, didn't you?                    
   
LostGirl: Then you settled for the monotony of an everyday routine..              
   
Friend: (Laughs) You can think whatever you want.                    
   
Friend: I didn't settle! I'm happy with the life I chose!                    
   
LostGirl: Close your eyes.. fast forward to the end.                    
   
LostGirl: It's all OVER now! NOTHING exciting EVER happened to you.                    
   
LostGirl: Are you capable of comprehending that fact?                    
   
Friend: (Scoffs) Not true!            
   
Friend: Happiness can be subjective.            
   
LostGirl: That's tragic, darling!                    
   
LostGirl: I hope you know how ignorant your little sphere of existence is.                    
   
LostGirl: You live inside a tiny bubble!        
   
Friend: Well, I don't feel that way at all!        
   
LostGirl: Of course you don't.                    
   
LostGirl: We're different.                    
   
Friend: (Chuckles) I suppose we are.                    
   
LostGirl: Your version of happiness is tied down to complacency.                    
   
LostGirl: Going through the same blaise motions over and over. I feel SORRY for you!                   
Friend: Why's that?                    
   
LostGirl: Your life is SO small and SO very sad!                    
   
LostGirl: How you get through one single day without attempting SUICIDE, I don't know!                   
Friend: One day at a time, I guess!                    
 
LostGirl: Don't worry about it..                    
   
Friend: It's cool!                    
   
LostGirl: I'm just being a BITCH!                    
   
Friend: No, you're not.                    
   
LostGirl: Listen..                    
   
LostGirl: I WISH I WERE more LIKE you!        
   
Friend: (Gasps) You do?                    
 
LostGirl: Yes, honestly.                    
   
LostGirl: Content playing my role.. a wife in some sick, suburban NIGHTMARE!            
   
LostGirl: But..  
 
LostGirl: I am a HIGHER being!              
   
Friend: Live the life that makes you happy. That's all you can do.                    
   
LostGirl: So you have no desires outside of your marriage?                    
   
Friend: What do you mean?                    
   
LostGirl: Are you really content with ONE vagina for the rest of your MISERABLE life?                    
Friend: (Laughs) I am.                    
   
LostGirl: And you wouldn't CHANGE a thing?                    
   
Friend: Nope.                    
   
LostGirl: Well, damn. There's nothing left to say then, is there?                   
   
Friend: (Pauses) What are you doing now?                    
   
LostGirl: I gotta run, honey.. I see this guy eyeing me for a while now!                    
   
Friend: Good luck!                    
   
LostGirl: I don't need luck, darling, haven't you been LISTENING to a word I've said?                    
   
Friend: (Chuckles) Nope. I suppose you don't.                    
   
LostGirl: JESUS CHRIST! There's three of them together over there!                    
   
LostGirl: What more can a girl ask for?        
   
Friend: (Sighs) Good night.        
   
LostGirl: Night-y, night.                    
                   
   
The line goes dead. LostGirl  hangs up.                    
                   
Her eyes meet the man's gaze once more. She raises her glass, lowers her lashes, and twirls her hair looking away.                    
                   
Moments pass. The man slowly approaches.                    
                   
                 
   
 
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Written by LostGirl18
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Author's Note
A submission for the 'Write a Scene 3' competition hosted by gothicsurrealism.
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