(Bourbon Street, a bar in midtown. Very early in the morning. ISAAC, RYAN, MELANIE and JEN are sitting and having a drink. A VERY DRUNK MAN comes and sits down with them.)
VERY DRUNK MAN: (raising his bottle of beer to them) Salut.
(They clink glasses with his bottle.)
MELANIE, JEN, RYAN, ISAAC: Salut.
(Beat.)
MELANIE: How’s it going?
VERY DRUNK MAN: (rubbing his eyes) I’m … I’m good.
JEN: What’s your story? Are you here alone?
VERY DRUNK MAN: I was here with my buddies.
ISAAC: Did they leave?
VERY DRUNK MAN: Yeah. I’m going to Boston tomorrow.
MELANIE: Early?
VERY DRUNK MAN: Yeah, really early. I got a ticket for the Amtrak or something. I’m going to the game. Yankees versus the Red Sox. I’ve never been to Fenway.
RYAN: It’s nice.
VERY DRUNK MAN: I’ve been to Wrigley.
RYAN: What’s your name?
VERY DRUNK MAN: [unintelligible] What’s your name?
RYAN: I’m Fred, (gestures to the others) this is Barney, this is Wilma, and this is Betty.
(Beat.)
VERY DRUNK MAN: Yabba dabba doo.
FIN.
1 response so far ↓
cassie // July 28, 2008 at 4:23 am |
Should I be offended that you all went to a bar after being at my house? Or offended that I didn’t get to be Pebbles?