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Beach house, 9:30am, 2 days later
Lori: Okay, now that we're apparently doing this...I've made up a contract with a few rules.
Scot: A contract.
Lori: *smiles* I learned from the best.
Anni: I can deal with some rules.
Tom: *crosses arms*
Lori: Okay. First, we will not be allowed contact with the other couple for the whole weekend. If this is going to be a real experiment, no one needs to be sneaking off or complaining to the other.
Anni: Sounds fair.
Lori: Current wedding rings come off. We're not devoted to the other anymore.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: Everything that's done and said here, remains between their respective couples. That means any activities and confessions or discussions aren't to leave the beach houses.
Anni: Excellent.
Lori: No intimate relations.
Tom: Hey!
Everyone: *looks at Tom*
Tom: You wouldn't remove a tiger's stripes.
Lori: I would if that tiger couldn't keep his stripes off all the other cats.
Tom: *frowns*
Lori: This is a social experiment, not a booty call.
Tom: What we do in the shower by ourselves is of no consequence, right?
Lori: *punches Tom's arm*
Tom: Ow.
Lori: Finally, no quitting. Let's see this thing to the end. We start...9:30am on Friday, we should end 9:30am on Monday. Everyone agreed?
Anni: Yep.
Scott: I'm on board.
Tom: What if I don't agree with one of the points?
Lori: Sign the document, Tom.
Tom: *grabs pen* I hope you realize this goes against everything I believe. *scribbles*
Lori: *looks down at paper* ...That says Scott Finch.
Tom: Oh, right. Oops. *scratches out signature*
Scott: Hey, that's my real signature. When did you learn how to forge my signature? And what the hell have you been using it for?
Tom: Nothing, it's not important.
Anni: *claps hands* Scott and I will be in the beach house beside you two?
Lori: Yep. *picks up envelopes* Here's the cash for each couple. It's required that we all go engagement ring shopping to make the experience more...real. Everyone gets 6 grand so make it count.
Tom: I'm not paying 6 grand for a ring.
Lori: *frowns, slams envelope into Tom's chest*
Tom: Ow. *grabs envelope*
Scott: I guess we'll take off, then. *leans over, kisses Lori's cheek*
Lori: *shoves Scott* Go away, you're not my husband anymore.
Scott: Point taken. *walks away*
Anni: See you in 3 days. *walks away*
Lori: *grabs Tom's hand* Okay pseudo-hubby, what now?
Tom: We go to a strip club and blow that 6 grand.
Lori: Can't. You already did that for your pseudo-bachelor party.
Tom: I don't remember that.
Lori: You were really drunk when you got home.
Tom: That doesn't sound like me.
Lori: High?
Tom: ...Are you sure you weren't at the bachelor party?
Lori: Now, when you proposed, you were slammed so you'll have to do it over again once we get the ring.
Tom: Wait a second. I thought we were supposed to be married in this experiment.
Lori: How do you expect us to be married if you don't propose?
Tom: I hope you don't plan on shoving me on a real alter.
Lori: I don't belong to a religion.
Tom: Alright, fine then. Marry me.
Lori: You didn't say that with a lot of zeal.
Tom: That's because I didn't mean it.
Lori: Clearly.
Tom: Why don't you propose to me instead.
Lori: Ew.
Tom: What, you're not progressive enough?
Lori: No. *smiles* Let's go ring shopping! *yanks Tom's arm*
Tom: OW!
McCauley Jewelers, 10:40am
Lori: *bends over* Ooh, shiny.
Tom: *places hand on Lori's back* Why don't you go see the cheaper ones.
Lori: I'm paying for it, who cares?
Tom: I do.
Lori: *stands straight, smiles* Halfway there.
Tom: *frowns* I have a wife, in case you hadn't noticed.
Lori: This was your idea.
Tom: Yeah and it seemed like a good idea at the time, just like all my other ideas. But now that I've signed your silly contract, I don't like the idea of being bound to you for the next 3 days.
Lori: So you only want to be with me if I'm unattainable.
Tom: That's not what I said.
Man: *steps over* Can I help you with anything?
Lori: *smiles* Yes. My fiancé and I are looking for a ring.
Man: Ooh, congratulations.
Tom: *frowning*
Man: We have a wide range of engagement rings for any budget.
Tom: Show us the cheap ones.
Man: We don't have cheap rings. Perhaps you were thinking of the word 'inexpensive'. It's what high-brow, civilized folks say. *walks away*
Tom: I'm going to kick his ass.
Lori: Stop that.
Long counter
Man: *pulls out rack* Here we are.
Tom: *looks at rings* Why are they so small?
Man: *lifts eyes* The diamonds are for people willing to pay money.
Tom: Hey, I have money. I'm just frugal.
Man: *looks Tom up and down* ...Perhaps that explains the wardrobe.
Tom: *lowers head*
Lori: These rings are very nice.
Tom: Just put back on your old one.
Lori: I don't want my old one.
Tom: It was bigger.
Lori: So?
Man: You're purchasing a new ring?
Tom: *lifts head* She and her husband divorced. It was nasty. She's using me as a rebound because my body isn't unfortunate and I wear a badge. *smiles* She may as well have married her father.
Lori: *steps on Tom's foot*
Tom: *winces*
Lori: Pick a ring, sweetie.
Tom: You pick one, honey bunch.
Lori: *elbows Tom in the gut*
Tom: *grabs Lori by the throat* Do not touch me again.
Lori: *stares at Tom*
Tom: *lets go, walks away*
Lori: *coughs*
Man: *blinks*
Lori: We'll be back. *walks away*
Outside, street
Tom: *walking*
Lori: *follows* Do you man-handle Anni that way?
Tom: No.
Lori: Just me.
Tom: You happen to piss me off in a very unique way.
Lori: *takes Tom's arm* What's your problem? You wanted this.
Tom: Do you realize what's going to happen after this is over? Anni's going to find out that Scott's everything I'm not.
Lori: That's what's bothering you? You think 3 days is going to convince Anni that Scott's Mister Perfect and she's going to run off into the sunset with him? You guys have a family together, she's not going to do that. This is just a little fun to see what the other side is like.
Tom: I should have thought this through.
Lori: Unfortunately, that's not your style. Besides, Scott didn't exactly have the biggest problem with it. I stand to lose a lot too.
Tom: *stares at Lori*
Lori: We should make the most of it. *grabs Tom's hand*
Beach house, 12:20pm
Scott: *grabs frying pan, flips vegetables*
Anni: *walks over* Something smells good.
Scott: It's lunch.
Anni: *smiles* Looks great.
Scott: Here, taste. *lifts spoon*
Anni: *grabs spoon, eats sauce*
Scott: Too salty?
Anni: It's perfect.
Scott: I was afraid of that.
Anni: Why?
Scott: I was hoping to make it more exotic.
Anni: *smiles* Maybe you just don't have the right ingredients.
Scott: ...You want to hop into the pot?
Anni: *laughs*
Scott: *smirks*
Anni: Need any help?
Scott: Sure, you can finish stirring the veggies, I'll take care of the Festivals.
Anni: *looks at Scott* Festivals?
Scott: Yeah, they're just cornbread balls.
Anni: Scott, you're allergic to gluten.
Scott: I never said they were for me.
Anni: You don't have to accomodate me.
Scott: ...Are you alright?
Anni: *lowers head* ...Tom's never made me lunch before.
Scott: Why?
Anni: It's not really his thing.
Scott: What does he do for you?
Anni: *lifts eyes* ...He takes care of the kids when I'm having a rough day.
Scott: I'd say that's better than a meal.
Anni: *smirks*
Scott: You weren't totally for this.
Anni: Neither were you.
Scott: Then why are we here?
Anni: That's a good question.
Oven beeps
Scott: Saved by the timer.
Anni: *smirks*
Scott: Shall we eat?
Anni: I'd love to.
TBC.............................
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Beach house, 9:30am, 2 days later
Lori: Okay, now that we're apparently doing this...I've made up a contract with a few rules.
Scot: A contract.
Lori: *smiles* I learned from the best.
Anni: I can deal with some rules.
Tom: *crosses arms*
Lori: Okay. First, we will not be allowed contact with the other couple for the whole weekend. If this is going to be a real experiment, no one needs to be sneaking off or complaining to the other.
Anni: Sounds fair.
Lori: Current wedding rings come off. We're not devoted to the other anymore.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: Everything that's done and said here, remains between their respective couples. That means any activities and confessions or discussions aren't to leave the beach houses.
Anni: Excellent.
Lori: No intimate relations.
Tom: Hey!
Everyone: *looks at Tom*
Tom: You wouldn't remove a tiger's stripes.
Lori: I would if that tiger couldn't keep his stripes off all the other cats.
Tom: *frowns*
Lori: This is a social experiment, not a booty call.
Tom: What we do in the shower by ourselves is of no consequence, right?
Lori: *punches Tom's arm*
Tom: Ow.
Lori: Finally, no quitting. Let's see this thing to the end. We start...9:30am on Friday, we should end 9:30am on Monday. Everyone agreed?
Anni: Yep.
Scott: I'm on board.
Tom: What if I don't agree with one of the points?
Lori: Sign the document, Tom.
Tom: *grabs pen* I hope you realize this goes against everything I believe. *scribbles*
Lori: *looks down at paper* ...That says Scott Finch.
Tom: Oh, right. Oops. *scratches out signature*
Scott: Hey, that's my real signature. When did you learn how to forge my signature? And what the hell have you been using it for?
Tom: Nothing, it's not important.
Anni: *claps hands* Scott and I will be in the beach house beside you two?
Lori: Yep. *picks up envelopes* Here's the cash for each couple. It's required that we all go engagement ring shopping to make the experience more...real. Everyone gets 6 grand so make it count.
Tom: I'm not paying 6 grand for a ring.
Lori: *frowns, slams envelope into Tom's chest*
Tom: Ow. *grabs envelope*
Scott: I guess we'll take off, then. *leans over, kisses Lori's cheek*
Lori: *shoves Scott* Go away, you're not my husband anymore.
Scott: Point taken. *walks away*
Anni: See you in 3 days. *walks away*
Lori: *grabs Tom's hand* Okay pseudo-hubby, what now?
Tom: We go to a strip club and blow that 6 grand.
Lori: Can't. You already did that for your pseudo-bachelor party.
Tom: I don't remember that.
Lori: You were really drunk when you got home.
Tom: That doesn't sound like me.
Lori: High?
Tom: ...Are you sure you weren't at the bachelor party?
Lori: Now, when you proposed, you were slammed so you'll have to do it over again once we get the ring.
Tom: Wait a second. I thought we were supposed to be married in this experiment.
Lori: How do you expect us to be married if you don't propose?
Tom: I hope you don't plan on shoving me on a real alter.
Lori: I don't belong to a religion.
Tom: Alright, fine then. Marry me.
Lori: You didn't say that with a lot of zeal.
Tom: That's because I didn't mean it.
Lori: Clearly.
Tom: Why don't you propose to me instead.
Lori: Ew.
Tom: What, you're not progressive enough?
Lori: No. *smiles* Let's go ring shopping! *yanks Tom's arm*
Tom: OW!
McCauley Jewelers, 10:40am
Lori: *bends over* Ooh, shiny.
Tom: *places hand on Lori's back* Why don't you go see the cheaper ones.
Lori: I'm paying for it, who cares?
Tom: I do.
Lori: *stands straight, smiles* Halfway there.
Tom: *frowns* I have a wife, in case you hadn't noticed.
Lori: This was your idea.
Tom: Yeah and it seemed like a good idea at the time, just like all my other ideas. But now that I've signed your silly contract, I don't like the idea of being bound to you for the next 3 days.
Lori: So you only want to be with me if I'm unattainable.
Tom: That's not what I said.
Man: *steps over* Can I help you with anything?
Lori: *smiles* Yes. My fiancé and I are looking for a ring.
Man: Ooh, congratulations.
Tom: *frowning*
Man: We have a wide range of engagement rings for any budget.
Tom: Show us the cheap ones.
Man: We don't have cheap rings. Perhaps you were thinking of the word 'inexpensive'. It's what high-brow, civilized folks say. *walks away*
Tom: I'm going to kick his ass.
Lori: Stop that.
Long counter
Man: *pulls out rack* Here we are.
Tom: *looks at rings* Why are they so small?
Man: *lifts eyes* The diamonds are for people willing to pay money.
Tom: Hey, I have money. I'm just frugal.
Man: *looks Tom up and down* ...Perhaps that explains the wardrobe.
Tom: *lowers head*
Lori: These rings are very nice.
Tom: Just put back on your old one.
Lori: I don't want my old one.
Tom: It was bigger.
Lori: So?
Man: You're purchasing a new ring?
Tom: *lifts head* She and her husband divorced. It was nasty. She's using me as a rebound because my body isn't unfortunate and I wear a badge. *smiles* She may as well have married her father.
Lori: *steps on Tom's foot*
Tom: *winces*
Lori: Pick a ring, sweetie.
Tom: You pick one, honey bunch.
Lori: *elbows Tom in the gut*
Tom: *grabs Lori by the throat* Do not touch me again.
Lori: *stares at Tom*
Tom: *lets go, walks away*
Lori: *coughs*
Man: *blinks*
Lori: We'll be back. *walks away*
Outside, street
Tom: *walking*
Lori: *follows* Do you man-handle Anni that way?
Tom: No.
Lori: Just me.
Tom: You happen to piss me off in a very unique way.
Lori: *takes Tom's arm* What's your problem? You wanted this.
Tom: Do you realize what's going to happen after this is over? Anni's going to find out that Scott's everything I'm not.
Lori: That's what's bothering you? You think 3 days is going to convince Anni that Scott's Mister Perfect and she's going to run off into the sunset with him? You guys have a family together, she's not going to do that. This is just a little fun to see what the other side is like.
Tom: I should have thought this through.
Lori: Unfortunately, that's not your style. Besides, Scott didn't exactly have the biggest problem with it. I stand to lose a lot too.
Tom: *stares at Lori*
Lori: We should make the most of it. *grabs Tom's hand*
Beach house, 12:20pm
Scott: *grabs frying pan, flips vegetables*
Anni: *walks over* Something smells good.
Scott: It's lunch.
Anni: *smiles* Looks great.
Scott: Here, taste. *lifts spoon*
Anni: *grabs spoon, eats sauce*
Scott: Too salty?
Anni: It's perfect.
Scott: I was afraid of that.
Anni: Why?
Scott: I was hoping to make it more exotic.
Anni: *smiles* Maybe you just don't have the right ingredients.
Scott: ...You want to hop into the pot?
Anni: *laughs*
Scott: *smirks*
Anni: Need any help?
Scott: Sure, you can finish stirring the veggies, I'll take care of the Festivals.
Anni: *looks at Scott* Festivals?
Scott: Yeah, they're just cornbread balls.
Anni: Scott, you're allergic to gluten.
Scott: I never said they were for me.
Anni: You don't have to accomodate me.
Scott: ...Are you alright?
Anni: *lowers head* ...Tom's never made me lunch before.
Scott: Why?
Anni: It's not really his thing.
Scott: What does he do for you?
Anni: *lifts eyes* ...He takes care of the kids when I'm having a rough day.
Scott: I'd say that's better than a meal.
Anni: *smirks*
Scott: You weren't totally for this.
Anni: Neither were you.
Scott: Then why are we here?
Anni: That's a good question.
Oven beeps
Scott: Saved by the timer.
Anni: *smirks*
Scott: Shall we eat?
Anni: I'd love to.
TBC.............................