By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 23 December 1999

Tres

SCENE 3- INT. Pandora's Playground, a nightclub. Night.
  Karis and Becca are at the bar doing shots. It's a ritual.
They enter the club, do shots, dance, then order drinks and
sit at a table. Music: "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" by Rod Stewart.
Karis: Here's to tonight.
Raises her shot glass of tequila and downs it. Sucks a lime
slice. 
Becca: Tonight.
Licks salt off her hand, downs the shot, sucks on a lime slice.
A big guy in a Delta Chi t-shirt approaches Becca.
Guy: Hey. Are you in Alpha Delta Pi?
Becca: Who, me? Hell, no! I'm not even in college!
Guy: Sorry. Thought you were someone else. Can I buy you a 
beer?
Becca: Certainly. It'll be a Shiner Bock.
The guy orders a Shiner Bock and hands the longneck to 
Becca.
Guy: Here you go, Beautiful.
Becca: Actually, my name is Becca. But thanks so much.
Karis pulls Becca away to the dance floor. The frat guy 
watches them in confusion.
Karis: You know the rules, Becca. Thou shalt not waste
time talking to drunk frat guys! Thou shalt not be an easy
target! Thou shalt not give away your phone number to anyone
less than Jim Morrison!
Becca: Karis, I somehow doubt the Lizard King would spend
five bucks on cover to hang out in a club that plays 
Rod Stewart and Erasure music. Besides all that, he's dead.
This is 1999, chica. Slim pickins. 'Specially in San Antonio.
Karis: Go ahead. Piss all over my dreams.
They are dancing half-heartedly to "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?".
Karis: Why am I dancing to this song? I hate this song.
Stands still and looks around.
Becca: Come on, lighten up. This is as good as it gets.
Karis: Simon sucks. I'm gonna tell him what time it is.
Strides over to the dj booth. Simon is singing along with
gusto. He winks at Karis.
Simon: Hey, mama. You're lookin' edible this p.m.
Karis: Cut the crap, man. Play some decent music.
Simon: Write it down. Can't make any promises.
Shoves the clipboard at Karis.
Karis writes down her request. Simon reads the request
and laughs.
Simon: Yeah, right. If I played that song we'd have to
close the place down.
Karis: Live on the edge, Simon. I know you can. Play it.
For me. You know you want to!
Simon: Give me your phone number.
Karis: Alrightee.
Writes a number on Simon's hand. 
Simon grins. Smacks his lips.
Simon: Your wish is my command, me lady.
Karis fakes a smile and then walks away.