Dom: On the dating scene again.
D.M: Look; no matter how bad you were burnt last time, you have to move on.
Terr: Funny you should mention that, I was just thinking that we should start a thread where I go out to find�
The entire room blacks out bar a spot on Terr. Disco music begins to play.
Terr: *singing* at first I was afraid I was petrified� No! Didn�t I say no randomness?
Author (Strano): Sorry� Uh� look. Just quit trying to direct the damn story you fool. Can�t you see it�s leading in that direction anyway?
Terr: Oh yeah� wait a minute� do I have any free will at all?
Author (Strano): Do you want the answer you want or the truth?
Terr: �Oh.
Author (Strano): Yeah. Now begone. This is not for your brains.
The lights fade up again.
Terr: ahem, as I was saying, lets go get coffee guys.
Dom: yeah, you might even see that really hot coffee chick�
Terr: *nonchalantly* Oh? There�s a hot coffee chick?
D.M: *cough*� gay� *cough*
Terr: What?
D.M: Nothing. *Cough* really gay *cough*
Dom: Uh� anyway. Coffee. Now. Before I die of reflected humiliation.
*Cut to the coffee shop. Terr is sitting examining the menu while Dom and D.M are busy examining the Hot Coffee Chick*
Terr: I don�t even know what I�m doing looking at this menu. After all, I always have the same thing� a short black, without sugar.
I don�t even need food today; I brought a sandwich from home. I�ll eat that� seeing as the wonderful and reasonable staff here at Four Wolves coffee shop doesn�t mind me eating my own food at their tables. Especially after having made a purchase.
D.M: What?
Terr: I don�t know� it�s almost as if an outside force is controlling my mind�
A man dressed entirely in black walks past, and pulls out an extendable silver stick. He adjusts some dials on it muttering �Minutes� Days� Years� under his breath, then puts on a pair of sunglasses. There is a flash. The man walks away. Terr shakes himself.
Terr: Excuse me? Waiter? Just *Cheesy fast zoom close-up (a la girl next door) as Terr winks at dom and d.m* the usual. Thanks.
Joe the recently fired usher and now employed as a Waiter: Which would be?
Terr: shit.
Dom and D.M snigger
Terr: dagger eyes. A short black thanks.
Joe the waiter: Ok that�ll be five minutes.
Hot Coffee Chick: I couldn�t help but notice you were ordering a short black. Not enough people drink the pure stuff any more.
Terr: I know! It�s a tragedy.