CAST: The Mistress
Grier
SETTING: the unassuming street corner in Everytown where these uncomfortable-though-well-
“Obviously?”
“Yeah...? Obviously.”
“Obviously!?”
“God, yes, OBVIOUSLY. It’s an adverb. Get the fuck over it. That’s not even the point. Stop side-stepping.”
[Scathingly]“You don’t know shit about me, alright? JESUS H. CHRIST. Obviously. Hell. ”
[After watching her stalk away, he now knows that heels were meant to be turned on. He runs his hands through his hair and expels his responsibility with his air, but can’t quite manage to expirate his frustration. It begins to rain. He doesn’t notice, and lights up again. Contemplative/concerned look: he knows something is off. Knows.]
“Obviously...”
Grier
SETTING: the unassuming street corner in Everytown where these uncomfortable-though-well-
“Obviously?”
“Yeah...? Obviously.”
“Obviously!?”
“God, yes, OBVIOUSLY. It’s an adverb. Get the fuck over it. That’s not even the point. Stop side-stepping.”
[Scathingly]“You don’t know shit about me, alright? JESUS H. CHRIST. Obviously. Hell. ”
[After watching her stalk away, he now knows that heels were meant to be turned on. He runs his hands through his hair and expels his responsibility with his air, but can’t quite manage to expirate his frustration. It begins to rain. He doesn’t notice, and lights up again. Contemplative/concerned look: he knows something is off. Knows.]
“Obviously...”
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