Written by Joe Janes
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Joan, late 20s
Lucy, early 20s
(Lights up on a hole-in-the-wall independent bagel and coffee place. Joan stands in the kitchen doorway smoking a cigarette and being sure to blow the smoke outside. Lucy is cleaning and espresso machine.)
JOANSo… Joe’s coming over tonight. First time. That’s pretty big.
LUCYI don’t know. I guess. I get to cook for him.
JOANHmmmm… Third date? Fourth date?
JOANHe’s going to be in your territory.
LUCYRight. I have the home turf advantage.
JOANI doubt he sees it that way.
LUCYI like the guy. He’s cool. He’s nice. I’m not worried.
JOANYou cook him dinner. He eats it. He has some wine, yes? (Lucy nods) You have some wine… It’s just too horribly convenient.
LUCYWe’re not eating dinner naked on my bed.
(Timm, 50s, enters and looks up to ponder the coffee menu.)
JOANYou’re in your apartment. Secluded. Casual. He doesn’t have to want to get you into your bedroom. The whole apartment is a boudoir. You go into the kitchen to get dessert, come back and find him naked standing on your coffee table.
LUCYYou really don’t know Joe.
JOANI do know Joe.
TIMMHello. I would like a latte.
LUCY (defiantly)I don’t have a coffee table.
(She goes back to cleaning. Joan puts out her cigarette. Timm sighs. Blackout.)