[Interior: bathroom. amber lighting above mirror. girls passing through background]
what are you doing?
mm c’gginngh. sch sch sch sch sch-
what?
*points to swishing mouth
Oh! I didn’t know you brought mouthwash to this. Smart thinking, Bee.
mm hhh’hu sch sch schsch…sch sch-
Freshening up your breath for that cute Jewish guy, no doubt. What’s his name? David, right? Guuuhhhh, he’s so cute. His dad gave him a sail boat last semester. I never got to go on it though.
h’o ‘eah. hhrm? sch sch sch
Oh, yeah. I went went out with him once…or twice I think, nothing serious. He was in class that Chomsky taught. It’s a little too small to be calling it Goliath though-
pfffttttt- What the faack?
Becca there’s blood in your mouthwash!
It’s not blood, Allison! We’re at a fucking wine tasting! It’s merlot! Mer-fucking-lot!
Stop shaking your glass! You’re getting red all over me! Christ!
Why’d you have to go and talk about his shmeckle!? I didn’t want to know that! I’d find out sooner or later..Now never for that matter! I don’t want sloppy seconds on some would-have-been dishy captain of my ship!
I wasn’t even- I’m talking about his boat!
Oh…
Yeah…
Well. Alright. Well, here. Sorry. Take a shout wipe. I’ll see you back at the tasting tables.
(Becca leaves after giving Allison an apologetic peck on the cheek. Allison talks to the mirror.)
Well, at least he’s huge.
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*Note: These dialogues are usually random scenarios that pop in to my head for whatever reason. I don’t know why I have them, they just happen. The situations and places are not thought of. I write everything with little to no review. All dialogues are my property and any resemblance to real life persons or occurrences are purely coincidental.
