CSI:Miami Road Trip: Unlucky Number 13

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NY Penthouse, 9pm, 2 weeks later

Anni: *steps in, looks around* Wow. You stay here when you're on business?

Scott: Mhm. *shuts door*

Anni: ...You have a doorman.

Scott: *walks across room*

Lights brighten

Anni: *stares out windows* You have a great view.

Scott: *grabs wine bottle* Shall I pour you a glass?

Anni: *looks at Scott* Um...okay.

Scott: How did you like the conference?

Anni: It was interesting. *walks over* I don't think I'll be investing anytime soon but it's nice to know I have options.

Scott: *smiles* I really have to thank you for attending. The last time Lori joined me, she fell asleep and started snoring beside the mayor.

Anni: Yikes.

Scott: I don't blame her, I just didn't want a repeat of last year.

Anni: *takes glass* I see. *sips wine*

Scott: *smiling* You have to see my new painting. *grabs Anni's hand, runs*

Anni: Oof! *runs*

Hallway

Scott: Isn't it beautiful?

Anni: It's very colourful.

Scott: And an original Cornoyer. Took me months to find it.

Anni: Does Lori know you're into art?

Scott: Nah, she does all the decorating. I'm okay with it, she has taste.

Anni: It's probably because she used to steal expensive paintings to fuel her addiction.

Scott: *looks at Anni*

Anni: ...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it th-

Scott: No, it's okay. And probably not too far off the mark.

Anni: How much has she confessed to you about all that stuff?

Scott: At the beginning of our relationship, she was pretty open but I gather she'd prefer to forget about her past.

Anni: *nods*

Scott: *drinks wine*

Anni: Does Lori know about this place?

Scott: No.

Anni: *nods slowly* Any particular reason why?

Scott: Not really. She doesn't travel for business and I do; I may as well have a place to come home to at the end of the day.

Anni: She could come with you and the kids now that she doesn't have a job.

Scott: Maybe. But she hates it here.

Anni: She might like it if you invited her.

Scott: *lowers head* She's not as...ambitious as she used to be. She's even fearful of change, it's...not what I'm used to.

Anni: Have you spoken with her about it?

Scott: I'd like to.

Anni: When did this start happening?

Scott: Few weeks ago. She said someone at work beat her up and now she's scared of everything, including me. Nothing I say or do makes it better.

Anni: Did you call the police?

Scott: She said the police were already taking care of it.

Anni: Maybe you should check into that. Lori hasn't exactly been known to tell the whole truth.

Scott: *nods*

Anni: *places hand on Scott's arm* You'll work it out with her. You always do.

Scott: *looks at Anni*

Anni: *smiles*

Scott: Why don't I show you to your room.

Anni: I'd love that.

Scott: *smirks*

Bedroom

Anni: *staring blankly*

Scott: I hope it's okay, it's never been used.

Anni: This is the size of my house. How big is your room?

Scott: *smiles*

Anni: I have to see it. *runs*

Master bedroom

Anni: *jumps onto bed* WOW! Look at this place! All you're missing is the roses and champagne.

Scott: *walks over* I'm not sure I have the former.

Anni: *smiles, wraps arms around Scott's neck* This is so neat. I feel like a princess.

Scott: *stares at Anni*

Anni: *smile fades*

Scott: Goodnight.

Anni: *nods* Night.

Scott: *steps back*

Anni: *jumps off bed, walks away*

Scott: *slams forehead against bed column*

TBC......................

 

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Gables Estates, house, den, 11am

Lori: *staring at television*

Scott: *walks over* I'm home.

Lori: *flips channel*

Scott: *sits on couch* Maybe...maybe the next time I go out on business, you and the kids can come with.

Lori: *leans forward, grabs wine bottle*

Scott: I'd like for you to join me.

Lori: *drinks*

Scott: *takes bottle* Have you been drinking all morning?

Lori: *looks at watch* It's morning?

Scott: Lori, you have to get out of the house.

Lori: No I don't. I'm fine just where I am.

Scott: You've been through worse. I don't understand why this is affecting you so much.

Lori: *snatches bottle back* Strangers, pimps *drinks* ...never had trust.

Scott: Someone you trusted hurt you. Okay, Riley?

Lori: *scoffs* I could take Riley.

Scott: *frowns* Tom.

Lori: *drinks*

Scott: I'm going to-

Lori: Do nothing.

Scott: Why.

Lori: Just be glad he isn't sleeping with me.

Scott: You think he's hurting Anni? I didn't see any bruises on her last night but you never know.

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: She went with me to the conference.

Lori: *narrows eyes*

Scott: SO! Tom beat you up.

Lori: You slept with her.

Scott: Only a little bit.

Lori: *stares at Scott* You're lucky I am PLASTERED. *starts to laugh*

Scott: *blinks*

Lori: *laughing*

Scott: *smirks nervously*

Lori: It's alright Scotty. *slaps Scott's knee* I don't think I've ever been faithful to you.

Scott: That's...good to know.

Lori: *grabs Scott by the collar, smiles* Let's just hope little Dommy Wommy doesn't carry on the family tradition. *pokes Scott's nose, giggles*

Scott: I love her.

Lori: *smile fades*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Awesome. *leans back on couch, drinks*

Scott: *sigh* It's...a little complicated.

Lori: You think I'm stupid? It's not like I didn't know.

Scott: ...Then why are you still with me?

Lori: Because life is not happy or monogomous or fair. That's why. *throws bottle*

Bottle rolls across floor

Lori: There's no such thing as domestic bliss.

Scott: *lowers head* I wish I could have convinced you otherwise but here I am...proving you right.

Lori: It's okay. Really. I'm not mad.

Scott: Not yet.

Lori: *lies head on Scott's shoulder* I still love you.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *closes eyes*

Scott: ...*wraps arm around Lori*

Apartment, 11:30am

Katie: *smiling* Happy birthday.

Speed: *staring at box* What the hell is this?

Katie: It's to bring us closer.

Speed: *lifts eyes* You attach this to bike tires, right? My motorcyle's been gone for years.

Katie: *snorts* No. This is to enhance YOU.

Speed: *stares at Katie*

Katie: You can go ahead and try it. I'll wait here.

Speed: No. *closes box* You're going to take this back to whatever store you got it from.

Katie: Oh I borrowed it from Colton.

Speed: *rubs eyes* Do me a favour. Don't buy me anymore birthday presents.

Katie: I made you a card. *slides card across table*

Speed: *picks up card*

Katie: *smiles* I made it myself.

Speed: ...*smirks*

Katie: See the little stick figure? That's me. And there's you on your new bike.

Speed: I don't have one.

Katie: *points to box* That's actually for the bike. It's outside.

Speed: *lifts head*

Katie: *throws keys*

Speed: *snatches keys*

Katie: *smiles*

Outside, parkinglot

Speed: *staring at bike*

Katie: Happy birthday.

Speed: *grabs Katie, hugs her*

Katie: *smiles*

Speed: *twirls Katie, laughs*

Katie: Wee!

Speed: I can't believe you did this. *lets go* Where did you get his?

Katie: It's custom. Had it delivered from California.

Speed: It's beautiful.

Katie: And made for two.

Speed: How did you afford this?

Katie: Never you mind.

Speed: *kneels* You've actually been listening to me. Everything I said about this model.

Katie: It's part of my 12 steps.

Speed: *lifts head*

Katie: ...Opening my ears and shutting my mouth. I mean, it's not the official step but I've modified it.

Speed: *stands* You didn't have to do this.

Katie: *steps closer* It's a little extravagant, I know. But I wanted to do something nice. For once.

Speed: *smirks* The card was just fine.

Katie: *wraps arms around Speed*

Speed: *kisses Katie's forehead* Thank you.

Katie: *hugs tighter*

TBC........................

 

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Miami, shipping docks, warehouse, 2 weeks later

Jillian: *pushes open crate*

Lori: *crosses arms*

Jillian: *picks up bag* I thought we discussed 15.

Rico: I want half the money now. You get the other 7 after.

Jillian: *lifts eyes* What do I look like to you?

Rico: A stuck up bitch.

Jillian: That's unfortunate. *pulls out gun, lifts gun*

Rico: Whoa! Whoa! *lifts hands* Now hold on a second. You want to risk a body?

Jillian: What body?

Rico: *stares at Jillian*

Jillian: I want the other half. Now.

Rico: I don't have it.

Jillian: *looks at Lori* He doesn't have it.

Lori: *looks at Jillian*

Jillian: Customer service really is going downhill these days. *turns back* Here's what I'm thinking. *pulls trigger*

BAM

Rico: AH! *grabs knee cap, falls over*

Jillian: I only have half my merchandise and now you only have half your knees. So what do you say we make a compromise before more is lost.

Rico: *wincing* What.

Jillian: One hour. You have one hour to hobble over to your bosses and get me the other half of my merch.

Rico: Give me two.

Jillian: One.

Rico: *stands, grabs onto wall* What about my money?

Jillian: I don't believe in upfront services. So hop to.

Rico: *runs*

Jillian: *smiles* Having fun yet?

Lori: You always were impatient.

Jillian: Think you could have handled that better?

Lori: I wouldn't have shot the guy.

Jillian: You're getting soft, Ana.

Lori: That's not my name.

Jillian: Right, Lori Finch: American extraordinaire. How can you trust these people? Take their names? At least I took one to fool them but you...you live it as if it's truth.

Lori: In case you forgot, I was never one of you. I was a present to your father.

Jillian: He always liked you better. Everyone called you poca muñeca.

Lori: I wasn't his doll.

Jillian: And I wasn't his daughter.

Lori: *lowers eyes*

Jillian: I hated you.

Lori: The feeling's mutual.

Jillian: *smirks* Look at us now...working together. Maybe we'll make a good team afterall.

Lori: I never wanted to be on your team. *reaches into breast pocket, pulls out recorder*

Jillian: *looks at tape recorder*

Tom: *steps in, lifts gun*

Speed: *walks over, pulls out gun*

Jillian: *looks at Lori*

Lori: My daddy's better than your daddy.

Jillian: *frowns*

Lori: *steps back*

Speed: *steps closer, grabs Jillian's wrist*

Jillian: *drops gun*

Speed: *pulls out cuffs*

Lori: You just shot a cop in the knee cap. Yikes.

Jillian: *staring at Lori* You set me up.

Lori: Now there's only one of us left.

Jillian: *lunges forward* I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU BITCH!

Speed: *slams Jillian onto floor, presses knee into her back*

Jillian: AGH! YOU BROKE MY NOSE!

Speed: Oops.

Tom: *holsters gun*

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *glances at Lori*

Lori: *walks away*

Tom: *looks back*

Outside, near police cars

Lori: *drops tape recorder into bag*

Cop: *walks away*

Tom: *steps over* Hey.

Lori: *leans against cop car, crosses arms* Evenin'.

Tom: That model who died...it wasn't a heart attack. It was an overdose of cocaine. We traced the impurities to a small Cessna the Coast Guard captured 3 months ago. It came from Colombia.

Lori: Congrats.

Tom: I was wrong, you were right.

Lori: Apology accepted.

Tom: I didn't apologize.

Lori: *places hand on Tom's shoulder*

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *yanks Tom forward, knees him between the legs*

Tom: AH! *grabs onto car* OH GOD! *winces*

Lori: *grips Tom's arm*

Tom: ALRIGHT! I'M SORRY!

Lori: *lets go*

Tom: Jesus. *drops head onto cop car*

Lori: *walks away*

Tom: Ugh.

TBC......................

 

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Gables Estates, house, den, 2 weeks later

Tayla: *staring at TV, humming*

Dominick: Shh.

Tayla: Music, Dommy. *smiles* LA LA LA LA LA!

Dominick: *frowns*

Tayla: We dance like Dora. *stands, grabs Dominick*

Dominick: No.

Tayla: *twirls Dominick, giggles*

Dominick: *pushes Tayla*

Tayla: *falls onto pillow*

Dominick: *sits*

Tayla: Dommy, I wanna dance.

Dominick: Dance alone.

Scott: *walks over* Refill on snacks?

Dominick: I wanna watch somethin' else.

Scott: *sits on couch* What's wrong with Dora the Explorer?

Dominick: She's stupid. I wanna watch Die Hard.

Scott: Die Hard's for grown-ups.

Dommy: *crosses arms, frowns* Mommy lets me watch.

Scott: Mommy has no boundaries.

Tayla: *jumps onto couch, grabs cookie*

Scott: Tayla likes Dora.

Dominick: Tay's stupid.

Tayla: *slaps Dominick in the head*

Dominick: Ow.

Scott: Now don't hit, you two. Use your words, not your fists.

Dominick: Mommy uses fists.

Scott: Do as she says, not as she does. Or some variation of that.

Tayla: *drinks milk*

Dominick: *stands, slaps Tayla's hand*

Tayla: *drops milk*

Scott: *frowns* Dominick, what did you do that for?

Dominick: She smells.

Tayla: *starts to cry*

Scott: Apologize to her.

Dominick: I'm not sorry.

Scott: You'll be sorry when I get done with you.

Dominick: Use your words, not your fists.

Scott: *stares at Dominick*

Dominick: *walks away*

Tayla: *sniffles*

Scott: C'mon, Tay. Let's get you cleaned up. *lifts Tayla into arms, stands*

Tayla: *wraps arms around Scott's neck*

Bathroom

Scott: *wipes Tayla's cheek*

Tayla: He's a meanie.

Scott: Boys usually are.

Tayla: *crosses arms, swings legs* I'm not talkin' to him anymore.

Scott: *smirks* You show him.

Tayla: *nods*

Scott: *tilts head* What's on your arm?

Tayla: *looks down at arm* Indian burn. Dommy did it.

Scott: *lifts eyes* Did he do anything else?

Tayla: He pulled ma pigtails.

Scott: How come you never told anyone?

Tayla: I'm a big girl.

Scott: *places hand on Tayla's cheek* You are a big girl. But it doesn't mean you have to let him hurt you. Next time he does something like that, you come straight to me.

Tayla: *nods*

Scott: Your dad's going to be here soon, let's clean up the den.

Den

Tayla: *fluffs pillow*

Scott: *picks up plates*

Anni: *walks in* Hey, I hope you don't mind, the door was open.

Scott: *lifts head* Anni.

Anni: You seem surprised.

Scott: *blinks* I thought Tom was picking her up.

Anni: Tom's stuck at a 5-car pileup downtown. Tayla, go get your shoes on.

Tayla: *runs away*

Anni: Was she good?

Scott: She was a blessing. Dominick on the other hand...I need to have a word with him about being too rough.

Anni: What did he do this time?

Scott: He exerted his dominance by slapping her around. I don't know where he gets it from because it's sure as hell not from me.

Anni: Lori doesn't act that way around him, does she?

Scott: No.

Anni: Maybe he learned it from school or TV.

Scott: *walks into kitchen* Tayla's a good kid. Smart, just like her mother.

Anni: *smirks* Thanks.

Scott: *puts plates in sink*

Anni: *walks over* Lori's not home yet?

Scott: She was having lunch with her parents today. *looks at watch* She's probably been pulled into a food fight by now.

Anni: That sounds like the dynamic.

Scott: I wish I could fit in with them a little more.

Anni: *places hand on Scott's arm* You're too mature. It'll never happen.

Scott: At least not until Katie receives a lobotomy.

Anni: *laughs*

Scott: *smiles*

Anni: You need any help with this?

Scott: Nah, I have it. I think Tayla's just about ready to hit the road.

Anni: *looks into Foyer* Dom's over there with her.

Scott: Great. Just wait for the screams.

Foyer

Tayla: *fiddles with laces* One, two, over my shoe. *furrows brows*

Dominick: You're wrong.

Tayla: *lifts head*

Dominick: *kneels, grabs laces* Here's the bunny, here's the tree. Watch the bunny run around the tree. Out pops his head to see what he can see, how great a knot he made 'round the tree.

Tayla: *smiles* It's tied.

Dominick: You gotta do the other shoe.

Tayla: *grabs laces* ...Bunny...tree. *lifts eyes*

Dominick: Yep.

Tayla: ...Bunnies have holes.

Dominick: No hole. Just trees.

Tayla: *stares at laces*

Dominick: *rolls eyes* Here. *grabs laces, ties them* You're good. Go away now.

Tayla: *jumps up, hugs Dominick* Thanks, Dommy.

Dominick: *pushes Tayla, walks away*

Tayla: *looks down at shoes*

Kitchen

Anni: ...He didn't shove her all the way to the floor this time.

Scott: He has a soul afterall.

Anni: *taps chin* ...Tayla Finch. Has a neat ring to it.

Scott: *looks at Anni*

Anni: *smiles*

Scott: You're already setting them up? At least wait until they're in their teens.

Anni: It's a mental exercise, that's all.

Scott: I don't think Dom would ever be right for her. Tayla's...sweet. Dominick's-

Anni: Spicy.

Scott: Not her type.

Anni: *smiling* Then what's her type?

Scott: Someone who doesn't treat her like a raggedy Ann doll.

Anni: Maybe he just likes her.

Scott: I guess that makes sense in Soviet Russia where love beats you.

Anni: Cute.

Scott: Dom's probably going to end up with a hooker and a bucket of chicken by 21.

Anni: You didn't.

Scott: Yeah I don't like chicken.

Anni: *slaps Scott's arm*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *walks in, trips over backpack*

Scott: *smile fades*

Lori: Hey, Tayla's still here.

Anni: I was just about to take her home.

Scott: How was dinner?

Lori: *gets to tippie toes, kisses Scott* Awesome.

Anni: *narrows eyes*

Lori: At least until my mother started throwing wine in my father's face.

Scott: What happened?

Lori: Nothing, she's just always wanted to try it. *looks at Anni* Buh-bye.

Anni: *smiles* Vete a la mierda.

Lori: *frowns*

Anni: *walks away*

Lori: *crosses arms*

Scott: What did she just say to you?

Lori: It's a woman thing. *walks upstairs*

Scott: *nods slowly*

TBC.....................

 

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Miami, restaurant, 10:30pm

Lori: *smiles, lifts wine glass* A toast, to us. Best friends forever.

Anni: *stares at Lori, lifts glass*

Scott: Here here.

Tom: *squints* Why is Lori's hair strawberry blonde?

Lori: *smiling* Riley's fault. She thought it needed some sprucing up for a shoot.

Tom: You're modeling again?

Lori: Well since 30% of the models were drug addicts and her business partner's rotting in prison, I volunteered to pick up the slack. It's exciting, isn't it?

Scott: Very exciting.

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *smiles*

Anni: *narrows eyes* Then you'd better lose a few pounds.

Lori: *looks at Anni* What?

Scott: *smile fades*

Anni: The camera might be unflattering to your inflating tush.

Lori: I hear that's in this year.

Anni: Maybe. But you probably only have 6 months before you're past your prime anyway. It's a shame you were more interested in shooting up when you were actually pretty.

Scott: Let's move on, shall we?

Lori: *drinks wine*

Tom: This steak's great. Definitely worth $39.98.

Lori: It's wonderful that we're so fortunate to be able to have the things we want. *smiles, kisses Scott's cheek*

Scott: *smirks*

Anni: *frowns*

Lori: Isn't that right, Anni?

Anni: Maybe I prefer the 12 dollar steaks.

Lori: *looks at Tom* I find that they're usually rather...tough.

Anni: Too much of a good thing can give you the trots.

Lori: *runs fingers through Scott's hair* Some of us have the stomach for it.

Anni: Speaking of upset stomachs, would you mind accompanying me to the ladies room? *stands*

Lori: Sure.

Anni: *walks away*

Lori: *walks away*

Tom: You gonna finish your steak?

Scott: *looks down at plate*

Restroom

Lori: *fiddles with purse*

Anni: *crosses arms* You're a bitch, you know that?

Lori: *smiles* Proud of it.

Anni: Fine, you have Scott. Good for you. But I have Tom so HA.

Lori: *lifts head, smile fades* Oh. I'm jealous.

Anni: *frowns* Tom's a wonderful husband and father. There is absolutely nothing wrong with him.

Lori: He's a heroin addict.

Anni: He's been clean forever. Besides, Scott's had his own drug problems.

Lori: Scott is a tortured soul.

Anni: So it's okay for Scott to hurt but not for Tom.

Lori: Tom made a choice. Scott was stuck.

Anni: When it gets far enough, there's no such thing as a choice. You know that better than anyone.

Lori: What I don't understand is...you're missing something you never had in the first place. A fling is not love, sweetie. Scott loves me and he'll never love you.

Anni: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *walks away*

Inside town car, road, 11:20pm

Lori: *fiddles with cell phone*

Scott: Dinner was interesting.

Lori: Mhm. Loved the chicken fricassé.

Scott: That's not what I'm talking about.

Lori: *lifts eyes* So Anni and I bickered a bit. It's like a sibling rivalry.

Scott: I can't help but think you were...bickering over yours truly.

Lori: Your taste is hard to get out of some people's mouths, apparently.

Scott: You didn't have to react in that way, Lori.

Lori: She has to know where we stand.

Scott: No. Where YOU stand.

Lori: What's that supposed to mean?

Scott: I don't want any part of your little...tiff.

Lori: You were part of it the second she took advantage of your vulnerability.

Scott: Nobody took advantage of me.

Lori: Whatever. She needs to release her claws and stay on her side of the playground before I bust a cap in her ass.

Scott: Please try to be more civil.

Lori: Nah.

Scott: If the kink in this chain is me, I can always remove myself from the equation.

Lori: But you'd be so lost without me.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Alright, alright. *lifts right hand* I, Lori Speedle, will be coming back down to Earth for an extended stay. I promise not to yank out her weave or push Tayla into the mud.

Scott: ...Anni doesn't wear a weave.

Lori: See it's comments like that, that confuse Bob.

Scott: *leans over, kisses Lori's cheek* Thank you.

Lori: *rolls eyes*

TBC.....................

 

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Delano hotel, restaurant, 11:23am next day

Anni: *looks around, fiddles with napkin*

Scott: *walks over, sits*

Anni: *lifts eyes*

Scott: Sorry I'm late. Office emergency.

Anni: What happened?

Scott: We ran out of printer paper.

Anni: *smiles*

Scott: *winks*

Anni: I'm glad you could make it, Scott. I want to talk about last night.

Scott: Me too. I apologize for Lori's behaviour. She's assured me that she'll behave next time.

Anni: You know she won't.

Scott: *picks up glass, sips water*

Anni: I've ordered you the chicken parm.

Scott: Thank you.

Anni: You mentioned once that it was your favourite.

Scott: *smiles* It is.

Anni: ...I want you to level with me.

Scott: Always.

Anni: Lori told me that you could never love me. Is that true?

Scott: *blinks* Lori knows how I feel about you, I told her myself. She's obviously trying to mislead you.

Anni: Do you blame her?

Scott: *places napkin on lap*

Anni: You two might be separated but you share a bed. That's as good as married to me. Besides, I love Tom and I don't plan on going anywhere.

Scott: I understand.

Anni: *nods*

25 minutes later

Anni: *digs into salad*

Scott: *drinks water*

Anni: *stares at salad*

Scott: You're not enjoying the salad?

Anni: *places fork on plate* Want to go upstairs?

Scott: *drops cup, runs*

Anni: *runs*

Hotel room, 2pm

Scott: *stares at ceiling*

Anni: *staring at ceiling* ...What time were you supposed to be back at work?

Scott: Who cares, I own the company.

Anni: *smiles* That's so hot.

Scott: Bob's going to be pissed off.

Anni: Maybe you should invite him next time.

Scott: *looks at Anni*

Anni: *lies head on Scott's chest*

Scott: *places hand on Anni's back*

Anni: We're horrible people.

Scott: Yes.

Anni: We have to stop doing this.

Scott: Agreed.

Anni: *lifts head, looks at Scott* Seriously.

Scott: I'm being very serious.

Anni: You're smiling.

Scott: I'm a little drunk.

Anni: ...Maybe we shouldn't have had those two bottles of pinot grise.

Scott: You know French?

Anni: *pats Scott's chest* I'll call your driver.

Gables Estates, house, 4pm

Lori: *folds up vacuum cleaner*

Scott: *staggers in, shuts door*

Lori: *lifts head*

Scott: *grabs onto stair railing*

Lori: Scott?

Scott: Hello, my spicy little hot sauce.

Lori: *lifts brow* Are you drunk?

Scott: My body is drunk. My mind is fantasmic.

Lori: *walks over* Were they having a party at the office?

Scott: *grabs Lori's cheeks* Whoa.

Lori: What?

Scott: Your eyes are GREEN.

Lori: Yeah. They've been like that for the last, oh...30 some years.

Scott: You're THIRTY? OH MY GOD. *grabs Lori's rear end*

Lori: *screams*

Scott: *smiles* That's what I like to see. No ass-collapse.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *slaps Lori's rear end*

Lori: *winces* You know, I don't enjoy that.

Scott: I do.

Lori: *pushes Scott* You're an idiot.

Scott: You want to say that again to my face?

Lori: You're an idiot.

Scott: *starts to laugh*

Lori: *rolls eyes*

Scott: *laughing, leans onto railing*

Lori: Let's go upstairs and get you...locked away. *grabs Scott's arm*

Master bedroom

Scott: *sits on floor, laughing*

Lori: Would you stop it?

Scott: *pulls Lori down*

Lori: AH!

Scott: *strokes Lori's cheek* You have beautiful ankles.

Lori: That's what I work out for 3 times a week. My ankles.

Scott: *laughs*

Lori: I don't like this. You're not supposed to be...

Scott: Happy?

Lori: *sits up* I'm not used to it.

Scott: *sits up* It upsets you that I'm kerblunked.

Lori: Interesting way to put it.

Scott: Don't worry, I won't beat you. *lifts hand* Scout's honor.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: Oh hey, let's invite Tom over. I haven't kicked his ass in a while.

Lori: *smirks*

Scott: I see a smile! *points, claps*

Lori: Stop it. *pushes Scott over*

Scott: *laughs*

Lori: *runs hand through hair*

Scott: *sits up* We should go shopping.

Lori: I don't want to go shopping.

Scott: *pulls laptop off desk* No worries, we can stay right here.

Lori: Scott, you hate online shopping.

Scott: Hand me my plastic thing with all the digits.

Lori: You mean your credit card.

Scott: Yeah.

Lori: *grabs wallet from Scott's pocket*

Scott: I want a set of knives.

Lori: Why?

Scott: TV tells me I want them.

Lori: Scott...

Scott: *typing* Steph wanted a pony, right?

Lori: No.

Scott: Oh hey, diamonds. Let's get some diamonds.

Lori: N-...*narrows eyes* real ones?

Scott: *presses button* Done.

Lori: What did you do?

Scott: I ordered one of everything off this page.

Lori: *grabs laptop* Scott, there was a Mercedes on that list.

Scott: *smiles* And a Snuggie.

Lori: Oy. *lies head against bed frame*

TBC.....................