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By Misti Date: 2002 Apr 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.10.14.42.28477]] |
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INT.- Bar- Night. Luke is sitting on a bar stool drinking a draft beer and smoking a cigarette. "These Arms of Mine" by Otis Redding is playing on the jukebox. KRISTI approaches. Sits down on the bar stool to Luke's left. Kristi is 19. Has long brown hair (stick straight)and green eyes. She's tall and slender and is wearing a white tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. A pair of brown sandals show off Kristi's Poisoned Cherry toenails. Kristi rests her arms on the bar and gives Luke a coy smile. Luke raises his eyebrows. Kristi: Hello. Luke: Hey, whatsup? Kristi: I'm Kristi. I thought I'd come over here and cheer you up. Luke: I'm Luke. Can I buy you a drink? Kristi: Sure. I'd love a Sicilian Kiss. Luke motions the bartender, a big bald tattooed guy in black leather named Linus. Linus is a dead ringer for Stone Cold Steve Austin. Linus: Another beer? Luke: Yeah. And hook Kristi up with a Sicilian Kiss. Linus: No can do. I'm Irish-Comanche. That's a joke. Kristi: I don't get it. Linus: Nevermind. One Sicilian Smacker, coming right up. Linus walks away. Kristi shakes her head. Luke: You ever seen "The Godfather"? Kristi: No. Luke: Oh. Well, a Sicilian is a special kind of Italian. A Southern Italian. An Italian from Sicily. Kristi: Oh, okay. Luke: So what's in a Sicilian Kiss? Kristi: Southern Comfort and amaretto. Luke: Cool. Kristi: Why do you look so sad? Luke: I'd rather not talk about it, to tell the truth. Linus hands Kristi a Sicilian Kiss and Luke another draft. Luke: Thanks, man. Put it on my tab. Linus: Will do. "Dreaming of the Queen" by the Pet Shop Boys is playing on the jukebox. Kristi sips her drink and Luke takes a swig of beer. Kristi: This smoke is bothering my eyes. Luke: Wanna go back to my place? Kristi: Sure. Kristi drains the Sicilian Kiss and stands up. Kristi: Let's fall to pieces together. I've always wanted to say that. Luke: I've always wanted to say "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw?" but I edit myself. Kristi: Don't edit yourself, Luke. That's no way to live. |