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By Misti Date: 2002 Jan 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.17.23.40.4650]] |
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SCENE 17 INT.-Topless bar-Night. A beautiful girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes, age 19, is sitting at a small round table near the main stage with a middle age man. The girl is heavily made up and is wearing a pink camisole and a black skirt. She's drinking a glass of red wine. The man is wearing a black suit. He's drinking a glass of whiskey. The girl's name is Frances. Her stage name is Mandee. The man's name is Walter but he prefers for Mandee to call him Mr. Cummings. Mandee: You know I can't see you outside of here, Mr. Cummings. Mr. Cummings: Why not? Don't you like me, Mandee? Mandee: Yes, I like you very much. But my boyfriend is a jealous guy. Mr. Cummings: How jealous? Mandee: He beat the crap out of a guy once. Just because the guy smiled at me in a bar. He took him outside and beat him until he was unconscious. They had to call an ambulance. My boyfriend spent the night in jail. Mr. Cummings: Should I be scared? Mandee: I can't see you outside of work. That's all. Mr. Cummings: I spend a lot of money on you, Mandee. Does your boyfriend know how much money I give you to talk to me and dance for me? Does it bother your boyfriend that you're a whore? Mandee: I'm not a whore. Have I ever sucked your dick? No. Have you ever fucked me? No. I get drunk with you and make small talk, show you my tits and ass and bump and grind. And then I walk away. Mr. Cummings: But if I paid you enough money you'd fuck me. You'd go away with me for the weekend. Mandee: I don't think so. Mr. Cummings: No? What if I paid you five thousand dollars? Five thousand dollars for two nights with me in a hotel suite? Mandee: Sure. Then my boyfriend would kill both of us. We'd give Ann Rule something to write about. Mr. Cummings: Who's Ann Rule? Mandee: A true crime novelist. She wrote The Stranger Beside Me about Ted Bundy. Small Sacrifices about Diane Downs. Mr. Cummings: Live dangerously. Mandee: No, thanks. Mr. Cummings: So you're turning me down. Mandee: It's been fun. But this is where I walk away and tell my good friend Mr. Bouncer to make sure you never step foot in this club again. Mandee stands up and walks away. Mr. Cummings: Mandee, wait. I'm sorry. Please forget I said that. Come back. Mandee walks back to the table. Puts her hands on the table and leans toward Mr. Cummings. Mandee: Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again. Got it? Mr. Cummings: I'm sorry. Let's forget it, okay? Please sit down. Mandee sits down. Lifts her glass. Mandee: I am in serious need of a refill, Mr. Cummings. |