Second Second Chance
Setting: Outside of front door of Stephanie's house.
(Enter Wallace, he walks to the door, knocks, Stephanie opens door)
Wallace: Hey! There you are!
Stephanie: Hi, Wallace! I'm almost ready; just want to get some different earrings.
W: Oh, okay...
S: First date. I want it to be my favorite pair. A little quirk of mine.
W: Yeah, there's no need to bother though... I mean I'm just going to get you really drunk, fuck you in the back seat of my Hyundai, then leave you in the parking lot.
S: (pause, too stunned, not sure that she even understood what he said) Wha... No... no, no, no, you will not! (slams door in his face)
W: (knocking on door a couple times, feebly) Crap...
(starts walking away from door, door opens slowly behind him)
S: Hey... ummm... I really thought you were different, but, against my better judgment, after what you said, I'm going to go out with you tonight, anyway. No alcohol for either of us. Understood.
W: Great! Great! Sure. Sure. Sure.
(they start walking off, together)
W: Even if you're not drunk, I can still fuck you in the car, right?
(S runs back into house)
W: (looking dejected) Man... what the hell?
(starts exiting, door opens a crack behind it, W hears this, turns around)
W: Stephanie! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what I was saying! Please, let's just go out. No drinking, no sex, I'll bring you back here whenever you want, no questions asked.
S: Why are you acting this way? You're so nice to me at work.
W: Sorry. Sorry. I know. C'mon. Let's go.
S: (steps outside) Alright. Please treat me with respect, Wallace; that's what I've always liked about you. That doesn't have to change just because we are on a date.
W: You're absolutely right, of course. I'm really sorry.
S: Apology accepted. To Allegheri's we go!
W: Oh yeah, about that... can we go out to a pizza place instead?
S: What? Not Allegheri's? It's supposed to be fabulous.
W: And really expensive.
S: Oh. You... you didn't want to spend that much?
W: Well, no... it's just that I'll need the extra cash to pay for a good hooker after I drop you off...
S: You asshole! (hits him, storms into house)
W: (recovering, plaintively moaning toward her door) Since you're not going to put out, is all I meant... you know, it's just a little quirk of mine... (pause) Jeez, some people...
(walks off as lights fade)