Love Bites

An aging playboy meets his match when he falls hard for a strong, beautiful woman. But when he gives in to his old ways, he finds himself going from a relationship that would have lasted forever to being on the menu.


This screenplay is currently a work in progress being written LIVE on Twitch. Follow me on Twitter to stay up-to-date as the project develops.

Read the original rough draft/treatment here.


FADE IN:

EXT. COFFEE HOUSE -- NIGHT

It’s open mic night. A handful of local PERFORMERS hunch over notebooks and instruments, rehearsing lines and fine-tuning. Several COMICS are sharing a smoke by the wayside, their meerkating gives away this ain’t a nicotine fix. The show’s MC, ANTHONY, a rail-thin, “I wear my sunglasses at night”-type in a man-bun, stands by the door. Everyone else is curious about what’s happening inside...

INT. COFFEE HOUSE – NIGHT

CARLOS, an aging pretty boy, serenades an intimate crowd from atop a make-shift stage. His smoldering gaze passes over everyone as he works the room.

PERFORMERS

Uninterested, waiting their turn.

ANTHONY

Flirts with a hustling BARISTA in passing.

And then, Carlos seizes on--

A PRETTY GIRL

Against a distant wall, too young and in love to know any better, giving Carlos puppy-dog eyes.

Carlos looks her over and approves.

They share a moment.

EXT. UPSCALE COMMUNITY – NIGHT

An upscale community full of gorgeous luxury condominiums and town homes.

INT. CONDO -- NIGHT

Carlos and the Pretty Girl, fused at the lips and hips, just barely manage to stumble in without tripping over themselves. He pulls away only to lock the door behind them and to turn on the lights. As she comes up for air, she’s not-entirely taken away by what she sees.

PRETTY GIRL

Huh.

REVEAL: a small, dark place. The view is nothing to die for, the decor is luxurious yet spartan in a way that says, “I’m never home.”

Carlos is running with the assumption she’s impressed. She’s not.

CARLOS

(chuckling)

I know, right?

PRETTY GIRL

So, this is all yours?

Carlos pours them drinks.

CARLOS

I mean, do any of us really own anything?

She’s totally lost in the unrestrained display of wealth surrounding her. Carlos joins her.

PRETTY GIRL

It’s all so...

CARLOS

Ostentatious?

PRETTY GIRL

What?

CARLOS

Nothing. Drink?

He holds up a GLASS of some sort of liquor. She looks to the glass, and then back to Carlos.

PRETTY GIRL

(shrugging)

Meh, why not?

She takes the glass, chugging it all down like she kinda needs it. As she belches, Carlos is confused about how he should feel about this.

CARLOS

Huh.

PRETTY GIRL

There a problem?

He puzzles this for a moment.

CARLOS

Nope. You?

PRETTY GIRL

Not anymore.

She literally throws herself on Carlos.

INT. CONDO/BEDROOM – LATER

Carlos and the Pretty Girl are in bed. He is mounted behind her. He hears, as we do:

The front door OPENS, as a MATURE WOMAN calls out in a motherly tone.

MATURE WOMAN (O.S.)

Carlos-Baby, are you home?

Carlos seizes up.

CARLOS

[startled yelp]

PRETTY GIRL

Oh, my god. Is that your mother?

MATURE WOMAN (O.S.)

(controlled rage)

His what now?

REVEAL: the MATURE WOMAN in the doorway with her luggage, dressed in an expensive three-piece suit. She’s not happy about this shit.

The Girl has no idea what to do, think, or feel right now, so she waves at the Mature Woman.

PRETTY GIRL

(to Mature Woman)

Hi, Mrs...

(to Carlos)

Wait. What was your name again?

Carlos tries to play it cool.

CARLOS

(to Mature Woman)

Hey, Baby. I thought you weren’t gonna be back till Sunday.

The Mature Woman closes her eyes, centering herself with a deep breath. And then:

EXT. CONDO – NIGHT

POP-POP-POP, the sound of GUNFIRE inside the apartment. The DOOR bursts open. Carlos bursts out like a naked bat out of hell, underwear in one hand and shoes in the other.

The Mature Woman follows, unnervingly calm, her GUN aimed on Carlos. She considers pulling the trigger.

MATURE WOMAN

Nope.

She reluctantly lower her weapon.

MATURE WOMAN (CONT’D)

Not worth it.

PRETTY GIRL (O.S.)

Um, excuse me?

MATURE WOMAN

Ugh. What?

REVEAL: the Pretty Girl in the doorway, a concerned but tasty little treat in nothing but Carlos’ shirt.

PRETTY GIRL

You’re not going to hurt me, are you?

The Mature Woman looks her over and smiles. Momma likes.

MATURE WOMAN

Depends.

PRETTY GIRL

On what?

MATURE WOMAN

Ya eighteen yet?

The Pretty Girl smiles and nods.

EXT. SKETCHY NEIGHBORHOOD – NIGHT

Carlos walks through a sketchy neighborhood in only his underwear and shoes. Everyone seems him, but nobody cares.

PRE-LAP: KNOCKING on someone’s door.

INT. VICKY’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

A woman stumbles and swears through a dark, cluttered apartment. She’s tired, annoyed, and too old for this shit. This is VICKY, Carlos’ older sister. A baby CRIES from somewhere in it all...

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK, more rude knocking at Vicky’s door.

Vicky opens the FRONT DOOR, more annoyed than surprised by who she sees.

REVEAL: Carlos, in his underwear, standing in the doorway. He’s rather nonplussed about the whole thing, as if this were routine. Ditto for Vicky.

CARLOS

Hey.

VICKY

Hey.

An uncomfortable silence.

BECCA (O.C.)

Hi, Carlos.

REVEAL: BECCA, Vicky’s wife, holding a crying BABY. She turns on whatever lights she can find.

CARLOS

Hi, Becca.

INT. VICKY’S APARTMENT/KITCHEN – MOMENTS LATER

Carlos and Vicky sit at the kitchen table in mutual silence, as Becca emerges from the bedroom, voice full of sleep.

BECCA

A’ight. Baby’s finally asleep. I’m gonna try to do the same.

Becca gives Vicky a quick kiss goodnight.

VICKY

Hey, what time is it?

BECCA

You don’t want to know.

VICKY

Ugh.

BECCA

Yeah. I know.

(to Carlos)

Goodnight, Carlos.

CARLOS

G’night.

Becca heads for bed.

VICKY

So, what was it this time? Some poor sonnuvabitch come home to find you bangin’ his wife?

CARLOS

What? No.

Vicky shoots him a look. She ain’t buying it.

CARLOS

I mean, not this time. Look, it was a whole thing. Okay?

VICKY

Does it always have to be a “thing,” though?

CARLOS

What can I say, Vicky? I live a life of excitement, adventure, and occasionally women who make full use of their right to bear arms.

VICKY

Occasionally?

CARLOS

Jesus, fine. “Frequently.”

(pouting)

When did you get as bad as Mom?

VICKY

Ouch.

CARLOS

I’m sorry. It’s been a bit of a rough night.

VICKY

Look, far be it from me to tell someone how to live their life. But don’t you ever stop to think that maybe one of these days you won’t get away so easily?

CARLOS

Never crosses my mind.

VICKY

Obviously. So, what’s next?

CARLOS

Well, seeing as I don’t really have a place to stay...

VICKY

Goddammit.

CARLOS

Also, there’s the possibility that everything I own that isn’t in my storage unit is being incinerated as we speak.

VICKY

Wait, seriously?

CARLOS

Maybe?

CUTAWAY: EXT. CARLOS’ STORAGE UNIT – NIGHT

Mature Woman and Pretty Girl watch everything inside BURN.

PRETTY GIRL

Hey, isn’t this kinda illegal?

MATURE WOMAN

Yup. Little bit.

A pregnant pause.

PRETTY GIRL

Huh.

BACK TO SCENE

Vicky shakes her head in disbelief.

CARLOS

Come to think of it, she paid for the storage unit too.

VICKY

Carlos...

CARLOS

Look, I’m pretty sure she’d never do something that.

VICKY

How sure?

CARLOS

Relatively?

Vicky sighs.

VICKY

Okay. Look. I’ve got a friend who manages a bar not far from here. He always needs someone to help out during the week. Do you have any experience bartending?

Carlos puzzles this.

CARLOS

Yes?

VICKY

Utterly. Helpless.

CARLOS

Hey, I think I can handle pouring a few beers.

VICKY

Yeah, well, do you think you can handle not sticking your dick in crazy?

CARLOS

For how long?

VICKY

Ugh. Whatever.

She gets up to leave.

VICKY (CONT’D)

Look, I’ve got to try and get some sleep before I have to wake up in--

(glancing at the clock)

--forty-five minutes. Goddammit.

CARLOS

Sorry. Again.

VICKY

Yup. Me too. Do me a favor?

CARLOS

What?

VICKY

Don’t fuck this up while you’re still sleeping on my couch, okay?

CARLOS

What kind of asshole do you take me for?

A pregnant pause.

VICKY

Goodnight.

Vicky heads for bed, Carlos watches.

Silence. And then:

CARLOS

(sighing)

Goddammit.

CHUCK (PRE-LAP)

What is it now?

INT. BAR – NIGHT

A mostly-empty local dive. The PATRONS are handful of lingering day-drinkers and those who cut out of work early. The owner, CHUCK STEAK, a salty old timer, tidies up behind the bar while trying to not strangle:

Carlos bursts out of the MEN’S ROOM, wearing an apron, gloves, and goggles. He’s visibly shaken, clutching his mop like a security blanket

CARLOS

Have you seen the things some of these guys do to those stalls?

CHUCK

Yup. That’s why I agreed to hire you.

CARLOS

Yeah. Hey. Thank you for that, by the way. Seriously. Cuz, ya know, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful--

CHUCK

HA!

Carlos stares daggers at Chuck. Chuck stares right back.

CARLOS

--when I say that I figured working at a bar would a little more, I dunno, glamorous? You know, like that Tom Cruise movie.

CHUCK

Cocktail?

CARLOS

What? No. Jesus, Chuck. Does this look like a bar in Jamaica?

CHUCK

No?

CARLOS

Exactly. And the closest thing I’ve seen to flairtending so far is--

(to Tom O.S.)

--Tom trying to juggle three beers as he vomits all over the goddamn floor in the goddamn Men’s room!

TOM (O.S.)

Sorry, Carlos!

CARLOS

(to Tom O.S.)

Fuck you, Tom! If you were really sorry, you’d either learn to handle your liquor or improve that aim of yours!

CHUCK

Look. I appreciate an employee willing to clean up Tom’s ungodly messes--really, I do. But running a bar ain’t like it’s made out to be in movies and TV.

CARLOS

Obviously.

A pregnant pause.

CARLOS

Sorry. You were saying?

CHUCK

Sometimes you get to know a few of the regulars, maybe even make a few friends. But most of the time you’ll just wish you didn’t have to associate with sad, miserable sacks of shit like Tom over there.

TOM (O.S.)

Hey!

CHUCK

(to Tom O.S.)

Sorry, Tom. But it’s true, and you know.

TOM (O.S.)

Yeah...

CHUCK

My point is this: I’ve owned this place for thirty years. And I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt, that there’s zero glamor here. No crazy tricks. And not once has some alluring women suddenly appeared to steal mine, yours, or anybody else’s heart.

ALLURING VOICE (O.S.)

Excuse me?

REVEAL: An alluring woman waits at the bar, mildly annoyed and an effortless eleven-out-of-ten. This is CASSANDRA, a woman of indeterminate age or origin. Tom is gobsmacked. Carlos is in love.

CHUCK

What. The. Shit.

CASSANDRA

I’m sorry?

Carlos snaps out of it.

CARLOS

Huh? Oh, no. We’re the one’s who should be sorry.

CASSANDRA

Is he okay?

CARLOS

Who? Oh, Chuck?

REVEAL: Chuck is now catatonic.

CARLOS

Well, he’s either in another diabetic coma--

CASSANDRA

Oh, my god. That’s awful.

CARLOS

(heartfelt)

Yeah, it’s pretty bad sometimes.

(moving on)

But it’s either that, or this sort of thing really has never happened to him before.

CASSANDRA

What sort of thing?

CARLOS

(making it up as he goes)

A stunning woman of mysterious origin suddenly speak to him?

She smirks.

CASSANDRA

Cute.

CARLOS

Thank you. So how can I help you, Miss...?

CASSANDRA

Cassandra.

He holds out a filthy, glove-covered hand.

CARLOS

I’m Carlos.

Cassandra reaches out to shake it, thinks better of it.

CASSANDRA

I’ll take your word for it.

CARLOS

What?

CASSANDRA

Nothing. Look, I’ve been waiting for someone to take my order for about twenty minutes now. When can I expect to get any service?

CARLOS

Again, sorry about that. But if you give me two minutes to clean up, I’ll be right over to, uh, service you.

Cassandra looks him over and approves.

CASSANDRA

I certainly hope you will, Carlos.

She sashays away, happy with herself.

CARLOS

Wow.

(to Chuck)

Hey, now she must’ve been worth waiting thirty years for. Am I right, Chuck?

(a beat)

Chuck?

REVEAL: Carlos is all alone at the bar.

CARLOS

What the hell?

He looks all around, then DOWN at

REVEAL: Chuck on the floor, unconscious and foaming at the mouth.

CARLOS

Oh, shit. Maybe it really was a diabetic coma.

(a beat)

Chuck? You okay there, buddy?

Chuck twitches and gurgles.

VICKY (PRE-LAP)

Bullshit.

INT. VICKY’S APARTMENT/KITCHEN -- NIGHT

Vicky, Becca, and the Baby eat dinner at the kitchen table, listening to Carlos’ day at work.

CARLOS

Okay, so Chuck wasn’t really in a diabetic coma. But his blood sugar was totally out of whack.

VICKY

He really needs to take better care of himself.

CARLOS

Right?

BECCA

Well, it sounds like you and this Cassandra really hit it off. I’m happy for you, Carlos.

CARLOS

Thank you, Becca. At least someone is.

VICKY

Seriously? Did everyone suddenly forget that Carlos’ last fling resulted in attempted murder and arson?

CARLOS

Oh, like you’re so perfect.

BECCA

Right?

VICKY

Hey!

BECCA

Just sayin’.

VICKY

Yeah, okay. So, I’m not perfect. But I’m also not the one who leaves chaos and destruction behind in the wake of his dick.

BECCA

(shrugging)

Meh.

VICKY

Okay, there was that one time.

CARLOS

Was that the affair with your manager at Wendy’s? Cuz that was pretty gross.

VICKY

Ugh. Yes.

BECCA

What did everyone used to call him?

CARLOS

“Baconator.”

VICKY

(sighing)

No. That’s what he used to call his penis...

CARLOS & BECCA

Ew.

VICKY

Yeah, I know. It wasn’t my finest moment. But I straightened myself out after that, didn’t I?

CARLOS & BECCA

(not believing a word they say)

Yeah. Sure. I guess.

VICKY

Screw you guys.

BECCA

Maybe a strong woman is exactly what Carlos needs to straighten him out a bit. It did you a world of good, after all.

VICKY

Yeah. No, you’re right. I just don’t want anymore trouble for a while, ya know?

CARLOS

Oh, come on. Cassandra is just some mysterious, attractive older woman that I know almost nothing about. What’s the worst that can possibly happen?

INT. BAR – NIGHT

Cassandra nurses a drink at the bar, looking like a gorgeous million bucks as she does so. Carlos stands across from her, not doing his job.

CASSANDRA

Well, I suppose my husband could find out.

CARLOS

Wait, what?

CASSANDRA

Oh, I don’t think he’d mind much.

CARLOS

I mean, it’s great that you two can make that sort of arrangement work. But I’m not exactly into the whole “cuckold” thing.

Cassandra cocks an eyebrow at this. She ain’t buying it.

CARLOS

Ugh. Fine. I meant, “I’m not into the whole ‘cuckold’ thing anymore.”

(ashamed)

Not, uh...not after last time.

FLASHBACK: EXT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

A candlelit bedroom. Rose petals strewn about. Carlos and Anthony stand naked at the foot of the bed, not entirely comfortable with it.

CARLOS

Ya know, I’m starting to have second thoughts about this whole “cuckold” thing.

Anthony nods in agreement.

A gun COCKS O.S.

VOICE (O.S.)

I’m sorry. What was that?

REVEAL: ANTHONY’S GIRLFRIEND naked on a chair, GUN trained on Carlos and Anthony.

ANTHONY’S GIRLFRIEND

Silly me. I didn’t hear you over the sound of my gun.

BACK TO SCENE

Carlos stands silent behind he bar with a thousand-yard stare. Cassandra looks on with mild concern and general confusion.

CASSANDRA

Uh, Carlos?

Carlos snaps out of his daze.

CARLOS

Sorry. What were we talking about?

CASSANDRA

My husband.

CARLOS

Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry, no can do. Way too many bad memories.

CASSANDRA

Well if helps matters any, my husband’s dead.

CARLOS

What?

CASSANDRA

Yes, he’s been gone for quite some time now.

CARLOS

But you said--

CASSANDRA

That he wouldn’t mind. Because he’s--

CARLOS

Because he’s dead. Yeah, I get it now.

CASSANDRA

Wonderful. I suppose that leaves one last question, then.

CARLOS

What’s that?

She smiles, a cat with the mouse in her claws.

CASSANDRA

What time are you hoping to get off tonight?

EXT. WATERFRONT RESTAURANT – NIGHT

An upscale restaurant, the sort with an unwritten dress code and no prices on the menu. The parking lot is empty save for a single stretch limo.

INT. WATERFRONT RESTAURANT – NIGHT

Carlos and Cassandra look out over the water, chatting over drinks and half-finished entrees. She is looking lovely. He is still dressed in his work clothes.

CASSANDRA

Beautiful view, isn’t it?

CARLOS

Yeah.

(turning to Cassandra)

The scenery is pretty nice too.

She smiles, raising her glass to Carlos.

CASSANDRA

Nice line. A little cheesy, but smooth.

He raises his glass in return.

Their WAITRESS, a mousy, adorable thing, approaches the table.

WAITRESS

Can I get you two anything else?

CASSANDRA

No, thank you.

Carlos shakes his head, “No.”

The Waitress leaves, as Carlos casually eyes her perky little backside. He doesn’t think Cassandra notices, but she does.

CASSANDRA

My husband was a frighteningly jealous man, always so quick to tear out the throats of any man he so much as suspected had caught my eye.

CARLOS

Sorry.

CASSANDRA

Don’t be. We’re all creatures of habit.

CARLOS

Still. That was rude of me.

CASSANDRA

Who am I to judge? I wasn’t much different before I met my husband. I loved the attention and temporary affection I received from others. I lived for it. But then he came into my life, promising to make all my hopes and dreams come true if I promised to love only him.

CARLOS

Did he keep his promise?

CASSANDRA

He did.

CARLOS

And you?

CASSANDRA

In the many years we were married, I never gave my husband reason to doubt my love or my loyalty to him. But his... insecurities often got the better of him.

CARLOS

Look. Cassandra...

CASSANDRA

Yes?

CARLOS

I think you’re smart, elegant, and absolutely stunning.

CASSANDRA

Thank you.

CARLOS

You’re very welcome. Also, I think it’s incredibly impressive that you rented out this whole place out just for us.

REVEAL: The restaurant is entirely EMPTY except for them and the RESTAURANT STAFF.

CASSANDRA

What can I say? I am a woman who enjoys her privacy.

CARLOS

I bet. But, full disclosure? My last girlfriend tried to kill me and burned everything I owned after she walked in on me sleeping with another woman.

CASSANDRA

Huh.

CARLOS

Yeah... I figured you should know that before you place too much trust in me.

An uncomfortable silence.

CASSANDRA

Excuse me for a moment, won’t you?

CARLOS

Yeah. Yes, of course. Please.

Cassandra hurries off, leaving a confused but not entirely surprised Carlos alone with himself and the view.

CARLOS

(to himself)

Well, what do you know? It really is a beautiful view.

A beat.

The Waitress returns.

WAITRESS

Excuse me, Sir?

CARLOS

Yeah?

WAITRESS

This is for you.

She hands a LETTER to Carlos.

CARLOS

Aw, shit. She left, didn’t she?

The Waitress shrugs, and then leaves.

CARLOS

I knew this was too good to be true.

Carlos reads the letter.

REVEAL: the letter reads, “WASHROOM. NOW.”

CARLOS

Wait. What?

INT. RESTAURANT/WASHROOM – NIGHT

Carlos enters, knocking on the door as he does so. He’s seemingly all alone.

CARLOS

Cassandra? You in here?

CASSANDRA (O.S.)

It must’ve been hard for you to open up to me to like that, Carlos. Thank you.

CARLOS

You’re welcome?

Cassandra steps out of a STALL in only the sexiest undergarments imaginable.

CASSANDRA

Trust is a fragile thing. It has to be earned, maintained.

Carlos’ jaw hits the floor, tongue practically hanging out.

CARLOS

[garbled nonsense]

CASSANDRA

Surprised?

CARLOS

(nodding)

Uh-huh.

She closes the gap between them, slow and easy.

CASSANDRA

I’m not some insecure little girl, Carlos. I’m a grown-ass woman.

CARLOS

I can see that.

CASSANDRA

Do you? Good.

CARLOS

Cassandra, wait. I can’t make you any promises.

CASSANDRA

Did I ask you to?

CARLOS

No, but--

CASSANDRA

So shut up, then. I can take care of myself.

(a beat)

Well, mostly.

She GRABS Carlos, pulling him close. Very close.

CASSANDRA

I’m a creature of habit too, ya know. And ever since my husband passed away, I’ve had an old itch in dire need of scratching. Do you think you can help me out with that?

CARLOS

We are talking about sex, right?

She wraps herself around him.

CASSANDRA

Yup. Besides, it’s not like I’m offering you the world. Not yet.

She kisses him. He melts in her arms.

And then...

CARLOS

Wait. Wait.

CASSANDRA

What?

CARLOS

It’s just--aren’t you afraid someone might walk in?

CASSANDRA

Nope.

She kisses him again, gyrating and rubbing her body against him, BITING his neck, and pushing him down to the floor. He loves every bit of it.

RAPID-FIRE MONTAGE: THE WHIRLWIND AFFAIR

Shots of Carlos and Cassandra dating and eagerly sexing it up at museums, nightclubs, hospitals. In a dressing room, a movie theater, a porta potty. We end with Carlos and Cassandra in a MAUSOLEUM at a cemetery, sweaty and clothes askew, as the night SECURITY GUARD walks in and blinds them with his FLASHLIGHT. Carlos squints. Cassandra hisses.

CARLOS

Hey, do you mind?

The Guard looks them over and approves. He likes.

CARLOS

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Carlos throws everything in reach at the Guard, punctuating himself with every shoe, belt, and bra.

CARLOS

We! Are trying! To grieve! Over here!

Carlos throws everything in reach at the Guard, punctuating himself with every shoe, belt, and bra. The Guard leaves, annoyed and confused.

CARLOS

We! Are trying! To grieve!

EXT. FARMER’S MARKET -- DAY

A flea market with food. Vicky pushes Baby in a stroller as Carlos walks beside them, playing with his way too cool GUITAR.

CARLOS

Oh, yeah. And then there was that time in the guitar shop when the manager caught us coming out of the restroom together. That’s where Cassandra got me this.

VICKY

How...sweet?

CARLOS

Right? I’ve never been with anyone who supported my music the way Cassandra does. Did I tell you she’s going to introduce me to a producer friend of hers?

VICKY

Seriously?

CARLOS

Yeah. She thinks I might have a real shot at making something of myself.

VICKY

Well, it definitely sounds like I was wrong about you guys. You two really do love each other.

CARLOS

Yeah, she’s pretty--wait, what?

VICKY

Don’t tell me you haven’t told her you love her yet.

QUICK FLASHBACKS:

1) Carlos tells Cassandra he loves her as she gifts him his new guitar.

2) Carlos tells Cassandra he loves her as they have sex in a porta potty.

3) Carlos tells Cassandra he loves her as they share a joint and eat a box of fancy donuts.

BACK TO SCENE

CARLOS

I mean, it might have slipped out once or twice.

VICKY

I don’t understand why you’re getting so hung up on it.

CARLOS

I’m not?

VICKY

Were you asking me, or yourself?

CARLOS

Shut up.

VICKY

Look. You have a great thing going right now. Don’t screw it up by pretending you this is only about sex to you.

CARLOS

I mean, she did get me this sweet guitar.

VICKY

That’s what people do when they love each other, Carlos. They do shit for them. Buy them gifts. Support their stupid, dead-end dreams.

CARLOS

And go to organized garage sales to buy overpriced produce together?

VICKY

Ugh. Yes.

BECCA (O.S.)

Hey, look at all the cool shit I got!

VICKY

Oh, goddammit.

REVEAL: Becca, in a BOOTLEG screen-printed tee, arms filled with ugly, handcrafted SOAPS, mangled DREAMCATCHERS, and some suspect-looking PRODUCE.

BECCA

I got us all dreamcatchers! Aren’t they cool?

CARLOS

Super cool.

BECCA

Can you hold my stuff for a sec? I wanna get this kick-ass wicker buffalo head before someone else snatches it up.

VICKY

Ugh. Fine. But can we--

Becca dumps everything in Vicky’s arms and runs off.

BECCA

Thank you! Love you! Bye!

VICKY

(half-heartedly)

Yeah, love you too.

Silence. And then, Carlos chuckles to himself.

CARLOS

The things we do for love, huh?

VICKY

Shut up.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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