Hi Carly!
How've you been, it's great to see you.
Thanks so much for the reviews!
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Miami, house, 7pm
Lori: *walks in* How do you always get home before me?
Tom: *walks in*
Scott: I drive faster. *looks at Tom*
Lori: How was Stephanie? Is she okay? Did anything happen? Did she cry? Did you yell?
Scott: Everything was fine. What the hell is he doing here?
Lori: I invited him. Is Steph upstairs?
Scott: She's asleep. *opens fridge*
Lori: *nods* Well watching you talk about stocks and work through mountains of paperwork is enough to put
anyone to sleep. So I wanted to ask you something.
Scott: Sure. *closes fridge*
Lori: How do you feel about teaching Tom to cook a few things? I bought his groceries today and I thought he could maybe use some pointers.
Scott: No. *opens beer*
Lori: ...That's it? No?
Scott: Mhm. *drinks beer*
Lori: Why?
Scott: There are plenty of reasons. *places beer on table, grabs mail*
Lori: *looks at Tom*
Tom: *looks over at Lori*
Lori: *nods*
Tom: Sorry for taking up all her time, I just couldn't help myself. My bed hadn't been used in a while and well Lori's not gettin' any from
you so I thought what the hell, right?
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Tom: In fact, while you were away in New York for your 3 day meeting, Lori was upstairs in your bed with me. We both decided you should know the truth in case you...you know, you wanted to burn your sheets. Besides...*looks at Lori* I love her.
Lori: *lifts brows*
Tom: *shrugs*
Scott: *drops mail onto table* Get the hell out of my kitchen.
Tom: No.
You need to leave. Lori informed me that uh little Stephanie isn't even yours.
Scott: *looks at Tom*
Lori: *looks at Tom*
Tom: Kind of bites, right? You takin' care of my kid and everything.
Scott: *grabs Tom by the shirt, slams fist into his face*
Tom: UGH!
Lori: *steps back*
Scott: *punching Tom*
Tom: *grabs onto table*
Scott: *slams Tom's head into table*
Lori: Scott! *runs over, grabs Scott*
Scott: *knees Tom in the gut*
Tom: AGH!
Lori: SCOTT STOP IT! *pulls Scott*
Scott: *steps back*
Lori: Okay, chill.
Tom: *stands, wipes blood from lip*
Scott: *panting, leans against wall*
Lori: Scott, he's lying.
Scott: *staring at Tom*
Tom: *looks down at hand* Yeah. *winces* Lori thought you needed to let some anger vent and hey, apparently only I can piss you off this much. *looks at Lori* From now on, you get to do the manipulating. Leave me out of it. *walks away*
Lori: *looks at Scott* Hey, look at me.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: I found the valium in the garbage, Scott.
Scott: I don't want it.
Lori: You
obviously need to keep taking it. Granted, my way of proving that to you wasn't exactly the smartest but look what happened. You're wound tight and you're snapping. What happens if you lose your patience with Stephanie?
Scott: I won't.
Lori: You still look pissed. And you're shaking. *scoffs* I will say though, you have one hell of a right hook.
Scott: You really shouldn't toy with people's emotions, Lori.
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: What.
Lori: For what it's worth, you're very hot when you're angry.
Scott: Something tells me you didn't cook up this plan just to allow me to see that I'm wound like a ticking time bomb. You just wanted me beat the shit out of Tom.
Lori: *smiling* Okay, I confess, a little part of me wanted to see you clean someone's clock.
Scott: *kisses Lori*
Lori: *lifts brows*
Scott: *pushes Lori against counter*
Lori: *grabs Scott's jeans*
Doorbell rings
Lori: *pushes Scott's chest* Door.
Scott: No.
Lori: *laughs* Too bad.
Scott: *lowers head, sighs*
Foyer
Lori: *opens door*
Donna: Oh. Hi. Is Mister Finch here?
Scott: *walks over* Yeah.
Donna: You left your briefcase at work and the guys thought I should bring it over. I-I mean 'cause you never go anywhere without it and you had a kid with you today so I thought maybe your hands were full but you always take it home with y-
Scott: Thank you. Bye. *grabs briefcase*
Donna: *lifts brow* Sir? Are you okay?
Lori: *elbows Scott*
Scott: *smiles* I appreciate that you brought my briefcase here. That was very frustrat-
Lori: *jabs elbow*
Scott: -thoughtful.
Donna: I wasn't interrupting anything was I?
Scott: Yes.
Lori: No.
Scott: *looks at Lori* No. No, you didn't interrupt anything. Apparently.
Donna: ...Are you mad at me?
Scott: *leans on door* Don't you have anything better to do than to interrogate your boss on his doorstep?
Donna: *blinks*
Scott: *clears throat* Evidently testosterone makes men rude and stupid.
Donna: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *smiles* Mister Finch is not himself at the moment. I quite like it but I'm sure he'll be back to normal Monday morning.
Donna: Um...okay. You're welcome for the briefcase, sir.
Scott: *salutes*
Donna: *walks away*
Scott: *shuts door*
Lori: *smiling*
Hummerhome, 9pm
Anni: *slams down shotglass* 8!
Katie: *narrows eyes* Are you sure you're not just pouring that down your shirt?
Anni: *looks down, leans sideways*
Speed: *grabs Anni*
Anni: *burps* Nope.
Katie: Fine then, I'll just drink straight from the whiskey bottle. *grabs bottle, chugs*
Delko: Wait, I thought we were playing poker. When did this turn into a drink-off?
Anni: *points to window* Everyone else is allowed in the bar and we were punished so we're making it funner.
Katie: 'Funner' isn't a word.
Anni: What are ya, an Engerlish teacher?
Speed: I don't know why Horatio decided to punish
me, I'm very proper at the bar.
Delko: What gets me is Horatio's actually in there. Usually he sits out in the alley and kicks cigarette butts around until one of us pisses ourselves.
Speed: Which is exactly why
you're here.
Delko: Why don't you go get the camera, I want to document our party.
Speed: What party? We're playing poker and the women are getting blasted.
Delko: I'm just going to prove that we have more fun than those killjoys inside the bar.
Speed: But we're not having
any fun.
Anni: *giggling*
Delko: *looks at Speed*
Speed: If you break Carly's camera after so recently breaking her laptop, she's going to kill you. *stands walks away*
Delko: *pulls out wallet* Okay, I'll pay you gals 500 bucks to make out with each other.
Katie: I'm not
that drunk.
Anni: I don't know, Katie looks
awfully hot right now but 500 just isn't gonna do it.
Delko: 500 each.
Katie: Pucker up. *grabs Anni*
Speed: *walks out from bedroom, stops*
Delko: *smiling* Look what they're doing.
Speed: ...Please tell me this is actually happening.
Delko: Get me the camera, get me the camera.
Speed: *throws camera*
Delko: *turns on camera*
Speed: *sits*
Delko: We are officially having more fun.
Speed: See this is why I think the legal limit should be raised.
Bedroom, 8am, next morning
Katie: *rolls over*
Anni: *kicks Katie*
Katie: Ow.
Anni: *opens eyes*
Katie: *opens eyes*
Anni: ...What are you doing in my bed?
Katie: What are you doing in
my bed?
Anni: I don't know.
Katie: *sits up, looks around*
Anni: *sits up*
Katie: We were both drunk, right?
Anni: By the level of my headache, I'd say yes.
Katie: So anything we may or may not have done doesn't count.
Anni: We didn't
do anything, Katie.
Katie: How do you know?
Anni: Because then almost
everyone in this Hummerhome will have slept with you and I'm the last person that would want to perpetuate it.
Katie: *jumps out of bed* Where are the men?
Anni: Ugh, who cares. *lies back down*
Katie: I remember a camera.
Anni: *sits up* WHAT?
Dining area
Katie: *walks over*
Speed: *lifts head*
Delko: *closes laptop*
Katie: *places hands on hips* I want the tape.
Speed: What ever do you mean?
Delko: Tape? What is that?
Katie: *frowns*
Anni: *walks over*
Speed: And how's my wild,
wild wife this morning?
Anni: Tim, I want the tape.
Speed: Funny, I don't recall filming anything. *looks at Eric* Do you?
Delko: Not at all.
Anni: There's a camcorder right THERE.
Delko: Oh, is
that what that is.
Katie: Give us the tape or die.
Delko: Why are you so worried about something we may or may not have filmed?
Katie: Because I know I'm a slut.
Speed: The mother of my children, ladies and gentlemen.
Katie: *slaps Speed* Shut up.
Anni: *jumps on Speed* GIVE ME THE TAPE!
Speed: I don't have the tape.
Anni: WHO HAS IT!
Speed: *points to Eric*
Katie: *jumps on Eric* THE TAPE.
Delko: I don't have it.
Katie: You were just busted, you can't claim you don't have it.
Delko: I really don't. See, we uploaded the video and burned the tape.
Katie: *frowns* To
where did you load the video.
Speed: Oh gee, it's okay to upload a video with me naked on the roof of the Hummerhome but you and Anni get to fool around and it's not okay to post it? Maybe we should have discussed these rules beforehand.
Delko: Yeah because now it looks like there's a double standard here.
Anni: *stands* Take the video off.
Delko: Can't.
Anni: Why.
Delko: I don't want to.
Speed: Besides, your deal was legally binding. *lifts cash*
Katie: WE WERE DRUNK! That voids ANY deal.
Speed: Without an official breathalyzer, we can't confirm any of you were drunk.
Anni: We probably looked smashed on camera.
Speed: No, you two looked pretty lucid and willing.
Anni: *frowns* This is what we get for throwing you on the roof?
Speed: Nonsense, I don't do revenge.
Katie: Take it down or I'll kill you.
Delko: But you haven't even seen the tape. *opens laptop, clicks mouse*
Katie/Anni: *look at laptop*
Speed: *smirks*
Delko: *smiling*
Anni: *tilts head*
Katie: *narrows eyes*
Horatio: *walks in*
Anni: *slams laptop shut*
Horatio: What were you guys doing with that laptop?
Anni: Nothing.
Horatio: You'd better not be doing anything bad.
Speed: No. At least not anymore.
Katie: *punches Speed*
Speed: *winces*
Horatio: Let me see that.
Anni: NO!
Horatio: *looks at Anni*
Anni: We um...we were just looking at your...birthday present.
Horatio: My birthday isn't for 9 months.
Anni: And that's exactly why you're not allowed to see it.
Horatio: *grabs laptop, opens it*
Speed: *looks at Eric*
Delko: *clears throat*
Horatio: ...You guys made me a porno for my birthday?
Speed: We'd like to think it was
all of our birthdays.
Anni: *closes laptop* Enough. Eric, you're going to take this down and Horatio, you're going to keep your lip ZIPPED.
Horatio: Your secret is safe with me. *walks away*
Anni: *pinches Eric*
Delko: OW OW OW! OKAY! I'm taking it down. Geez.
2 hours later
Colton: I want to see it.
Heather: I'll make the popcorn!
Ryan: This is the best vacation EVER.
Anni: *frowning* I told you not to tell.
Horatio: It slipped out.
Katie: How could it have
slipped out?
Horatio: That's just the way the wind blows, I'm afraid.
Lora: Press play! Press play!
Anni: Eric, I thought you said you burned the tape.
Delko: Yeah. Burned it to a disk.
Anni: *frowns*
Carly: ...Did you use my camcorder?
Delko: Uh...I'll refer to Speed on that one.
Speed: He asked me to get it to document our fun but I didn't expect 'our fun' to be
their fun.
Katie: I can't believe you're condoning this.
Speed: Oh yes, boo-hoo. My wife cheated on me with my ex-wife. Gee, I can't contain how
outraged I am.
Delko: Play! *presses button*
Anni: NO. *grabs remote, presses 'pause'* We're not going to do this. You should all be ashamed of yourselves.
Katie: You're the one that seems ashamed.
Anni: Hey, you were involved too.
Katie: Yeah but I actually think the filming was done tastefully.
Anni: What in the
hell are you talking about?
Katie: *shrugs* It could have been worse.
Anni: HOW.
Katie: We could have been sober.
Anni: *rolls eyes* This is ridiculous. I want no part in it. *walks into bedroom, closes door*
Katie: On with the movie!
APL Manhattan, 8am, Monday
Scott: *steps off elevator*
Donna: *looks over*
Scott: *walks up to reception, grabs pen*
Donna: *sneaks over* Um...Mister Finch?
Scott: *smiles* Hello Miss Wilson.
Donna: Here's the um...the report. *throws report onto reception desk*
Scott: *grabs report, opens it* This isn't due for another 6 hours.
Donna: Oh. Did you want me to come back in 6 hours?
Scott: No no, it's fine. *looks down at report*
Donna: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *smiles* Good work. This is impressive.
Donna: ...It is?
Scott: It's very organized and complete. You should start teaching Mark to write up a proper report.
Donna: Well I...I did work very hard on it.
Scott: It shows. You're doing a really wonderful job here, Donna. I appreciate all the work you put into this company.
Donna: *blinks*
Scott: Meet me in my office in 10 minutes. *walks away*
Donna: ...Okay.
Tina: *walks over* What was that about?
Donna: *shrugs* Got me.
Office
Donna: *knocks on door frame*
Scott: Come on in, have a seat.
Donna: *walks in, sits*
Scott: *sits, grabs folder*
Donna: *dusts off skirt*
Scott: *puts on glasses* You've been with this company 7 months now.
Donna: Yes sir.
Scott: You're making 9 dollars an hour as a paid intern, correct?
Donna: Yes.
Scott: The knowledge and skills you've displayed have far surpassed what an intern is expected to do.
Donna: Oh...well I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me to take some initiative. I'll stop.
Scott: *smiles* Donna, I'd like to bring you on full time.
Donna: *lifts brows* Full time?
Scott: Mhm. It will consist of some more responsibilities but the pay's better and you'll be getting benefits.
Donna: Benefits? Like health and dental?
Scott: That's right.
Donna: Well h-how much is the pay?
Scott: Double what you're getting now.
Donna: Wow...I mean, that's a wonderful offer. I...I don't know if I deserve that.
Scott: I think it's something you're ready for. But you're free to think on it.
Donna: It's just...well I thought the other night you were mad at me for comin' to your house and now you seem really happy so...I guess I'm confused. Is this decision based on you having a good day or is it really based on my work performance?
Scott: The decision was made a while ago and it was based on your work performance.
Donna: *nods* Well I think I'll give it some thought.
Scott: Let me know whenever you're ready.
Donna: *stands, walks away*
TBC..............................
