| UNTITLED PG. 2 |
| ALMOST NEW LOOKING BAR STOOLS AGAINST THE KITCHEN COUNTER. A FEW ODLY PLACED PAINTINGS HANG ON THE AGED WOODEN PANNELING ON THE WALL. GET AN OVERHEAD LOOK FROM THE 1 GUY. YOU CAN SEE THE GIRLS FACES THOUGH. HE THROWS HIS ARMS UP LIKE A BASEBALL UMP AND YELLS "STOP!" THE MUSIC STOPS, THE GIRLS SHUT UP. HE FINALLY HAS A TONE OF SERIOUSNESS IN HIS VOICE. "WERE GONNA DO THIS DIFFERENTLY THIS TIME DAMNITT. WERE ALL TRADING PARTS. YOU NEED TO GET OVER THIS SHIT. TONIGHT YOU GET THE KNIFE" HE POINTS TO THE GIRL ON THE LEFT WITH THE PULLED BACK BROWN HAIR. "AND YOU, YOUR ON CLEANUP." HE SAYS TO THE BLONDE WHO LOOKS LIKE SHES ABOUT TO SHIT HERSELF. "AND YOU DARLIN" PUTS HIS ARM ARRUND HER "YEAH YEAH I KNOW WHAT TO DO, IM CROUD CONTROLE" SHE SAYS. "YEP, YOUR THE ONLY ONE THEY LISTEN TO" HE SAYS AS HE LETS HER GO AND SWINGS ARROUND UICKLY TO GET BACK TO THE OTHERS. "OK IM OFF AND I'LL BE BACK SOON. OH WAIT, COME WITH ME" HE POINTS TO THE BRUNETT. THEY WALK TO THE KITCHEN AND OVER TO A NEW LOOKING DISH WASHER. IT OPENS TO SOME DISHES, BUT THERE DIRTY AND GROSE. HE PULLS OUT A SPOON AND A KNIFE. THE KNIFE IS SHARP AND SHAPED LIKE A FAT LETTER J. COVERED IN JELLO LIKE, RED, THICK, SUBSTANCE. "HERE YA GO" HE GIVES BOTH TO HER. |