(Characters: Carlos, Janet
Setting: Arboretum of the Prieto Bar & Grill. 6:30 p.m.)
Carlos: You have an eye of decidedly golden hate about you.
Janet: I’ve just come from a wedding I’ve been calculating the number of black thoughts and unspoken juju curses being unleashed back there.
Carlos: And hazarding a guess your friend the reason you were there in the first place is she marrying up or down.
Janet: It’s a he and he’s marrying into the lower depths.
Carlos: And he’s happy.
Janet: Blissfully mindlessly shockingly so.
Carlos: Well let’s give ‘em a toast then something to wash your tears down with.
Janet: This one’s empty.
Carlos: Well lord have mercy this one’s not.
Janet: You won’t try and cheer me up.
Carlos: My ambitions rise not to such starry climes.
Janet: You won’t try and get me drunk.
Carlos: That pony’s halfway home already and he ain’t turning round.
Janet: No not if this one’s as potent as that one was.
Carlos: Different year different color different frog-eating country what are the chances.
Janet: Dead even.
Carlos: Fifty to one.
Janet: This pony’s going bottoms up.
Carlos: And a lovely bottoms up it is.
Janet: That shit doesn’t work with me.
Carlos: I can see that that’s why I said it.
Janet: I was afraid it was going to be on the sweet side.
Carlos: Not too sweet.
Janet: Almost but not apple appley.
Carlos: More dense almost smoky.
Janet: Yeah smoky and something unex.
Carlos: Almonds maybe.
Janet: Yeah almonds.
Carlos: Is this your lighter may I.
Janet: I guess so where are.
Carlos: What are you looking for.
Janet: My cigarettes they were right here by my purse.
Carlos: Are these them the ones right here by your purse.
Janet: It’s the light from the whatsit up there yeah oh right.
Carlos: Allow me.
Janet: Thanks and tell me cowboy do you believe in fate.