Ack! Sorry I haven't had an update in a while. I have been working on them though. :lol: So even if I don't post anything, I'm usually writing something.
We'll see the RT team in a bit though, I promise.
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Travel Agency, New York, 7pm
Cellphone rings
Lori: *grabs phone from pocket* Yeah....who is this?
Guy: *looks over*
Lori: Oh. And who gave you my number? ...I see. Uh...*looks at watch* I can probably make it over there tonight...somehow.
Guy: *goes back to paperwork*
Lori: No no you don't have to send a driver, it's okay. I'll take a cab or something. I don't want to impo...are you sure?
Bailey: *knocks on window*
Lori: *looks out window, waves*
Bailey: *runs around building*
Lori: Sure, I'll see you then. Bye. *closes phone*
Bailey: *runs over* Busy?
Lori: I'm at work.
Bailey: So who was that?
Lori: My grandmother.
Bailey: *lifts brow*
Lori: She lives up on the Upper East Side now and apparently my father gave her my number.
Bailey: Wow. She lives in a posh area. *smiles* Ooh Lori has a rich family.
Lori: *grabs pen* Yeah well my grandfather was a mob boss so it's not like it's honest money.
Bailey: Holy crap. Here in New York? *sits*
Lori: I guess. He was murdered so it's not like he's around or anything.
Bailey: HOLY CRAP! Lori do you realize how cool that is?
Lori: Murder isn't cool even if the guy was a greedy bastard.
Bailey: *leans back in chair* Ha.
Lori: What.
Bailey:
Now I understand the attitude. You sure you don't feel at home here?
Lori: Bailey, the only thing I remotely like about New York is the cheesecake. *flips open book*
Bailey: Oooh I bet Scotty's dad judged a whole bunch of your granddaddie's goons. OH OH imagine if both families were at war, it's like Romeo and Juliet!
Lori: *flips page, writing* And here I thought you'd never picked up a book in your life.
Bailey: ...That's a book? I saw the DiCaprio movie.
Lori: *shakes head* You're sure hell-bent on pimping me out to him.
Bailey: Well I did see what happened on the balcony.
Lori: *lifts head*
Bailey: *smiles*
Lori: And what exactly did you see?
Bailey: Oh just you two all close and personal.
Lori: His mistake. I don't get 'close and personal' with men.
Bailey: I don't understand why you hate men so much.
Lori: *writing* Spend 8 years in Colombia and you'll understand real quick.
Bailey: Weren't you a hooker or something down there?
Lori: *blinks*
Bailey: I mean, you're the one that would have instigated any problems that way.
Lori: *closes book* Don't you have somewhere to be? Like a..job?
Bailey: No one works past 7. HEY did you learn any cool languages in Colombia? Like Spanish? I've always wanted to speak Spanish.
Lori: Portuguese and Spanish.
Bailey: Yeah but didn't you like grow up there? How come you have a southern accent?
Lori: *lifts brow* I don't.
Bailey: You do. But it disappears when you're pissed.
Lori: Good to know.
Bailey: *smiles* It's kind of like a barometer for moods. When you're tired or happy, you're twangy and when you're pissed, you're...not.
Lori: *laughs* Right.
Bailey: THERE IT IS! You know, Scotty just melts over a southern woman.
Lori: Good for him, I hope he finds one someday.
Bailey: You know what I mean.
Lori: *crosses arms* So why'd you come down here?
Bailey: My car broke down around the corner so I thought HEY Lori's here, why not visit.
Lori: Your car broke down? How?
Bailey: I didn't put enough gas in it.
Lori: *laughs*
Bailey: What?
Lori: That's very...you.
Bailey: Yeah well I called Scotty, he's gonna come down here before the tow company gets here so I can use his member card and get a discount.
Lori: *nods*
Bailey: *points to street* THERE'S HIS CAR NOW!
Lori: *looks out window* Holy sh..ow that's a nice car.
Bailey: Yeah it's a...camera or..something.
Lori: *stands* Camaro. *leaves*
Outside
Scott: *closes door*
Lori: I need your job.
Scott: *smiles* Good evening.
Lori: Nice car.
Scott: Nice to see you too.
Lori: *smiles* Sorry.
Bailey: Give me your discount card.
Scott: *grabs wallet*
Bailey: You know, this isn't fair. You have the membership cards, you have health insurance, you have life insurance, you have money in the bank and an expensive apartment. What do I have? A cruddy 1999 Ford Taurus that I got off my parents for pennies and I don't even have enough money to put gas in it. Not to mention I live 5 blocks from here so I don't know why I bother driving anyway. And I still need to get the maintenance guy to figure out where that smell is coming from.
Scott: *hands over card* Maybe if you actually went to work, you would have money.
Bailey: They won't let me back for another week.
Lori: Why, what'd you do?
Bailey: I kept pulling the fire alarm.
Scott: Yeah people don't like that.
Bailey: It was a joke! *looks down at card* Oh a Gold Star member.
Lori: *crosses arms*
Scott: What.
Lori: I can't believe you actually
worked for all of this. Look at this car.
Scott: You think I sold drugs or something?
Lori: No, you'd have a way better vehicle than this. Back in the day, I had 2 Mercedes, a motorcycle and a 1.4 million dollar house. Of course my hair was falling out, my teeth were horrible and I couldn't stand for more than 10 minutes.
Bailey: Cocaine?
Lori: Meth...and cocaine...prescription pain killers and alcohol.
Bailey: Oh man fun times.
Lori: *looks inside car* Yeah real fun.
Scott: You must have wanted to forget something really bad.
Lori: *stands straight* Aren't there times where you wish you could too?
Scott: *glances across street, back at Lori* Everyone does.
Lori: *nods*
Bailey: *lifts out card* Hey you have a Subway card. Can I borrow this?
Scott: You don't even like Subway.
Bailey: Hey I'll eat whatever gets me a deal.
Lori: *looks at watch* I have to take off.
Scott: Where you headed?
Lori: The...Upper East Side? I think.
Bailey: Yeah her grandma lives there. She's RICH.
Lori: *reaches into pocket* How much money do you think it'll be to get there by cab?
Scott: Why don't I just give you a ride?
Lori: That's nice of you but I can take care of it.
Scott: It's not a problem.
Bailey: Um HELLO. Yes it is. What am I supposed to do if the tow truck driver turns into a rapist?
Scott: Call 9-1-1?
Bailey: Yeah and wait 4 hours for the cops to get here, I don't think so.
Scott: It doesn't take 4 hours. You'll be fine. *walks over to other side of car, opens door*
Lori: *walks over, gets inside*
Scott: *shuts door*
Bailey: *whispers* At least ask her out.
Scott: *walking to other side of car* No.
Bailey: Kiss her?
Scott: *rolls eyes, gets into car*
Bailey: Wuss.
In car, on the road
Lori: *grabs paper from pocket* I wrote down the address. *hands it over*
Scott: *looks down at paper, back at road* Nice area.
Lori: *looks around* Are these custom leather?
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: What? I can't help it. *looks up* Oh you have a dual sunroof. *looks back* Jesus, how new is this car?
Scott: Few months, why?
Lori: Well you're one step away from having plastic covered seats.
Scott: *smiles* The plastic's in the trunk.
Lori: Hilarious.
Scott: *swings wheel*
Lori: AH! *grabs onto door* What the hell kind of accountant are you?
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: *looks out window*
30 minutes later
Scott: *looks over*
Lori: *asleep against window*
Scott: *sighs, grabs cellphone from seat*
2 minutes later
Scott: Yes ma'am, she'll definitely be there tomorrow. It's just been a bit of a long week for her....okay, you too. *snaps phone closed*
Lori: *jerks head up, blinks* What, what did we hit. *looks out window* Where are we?
Scott: I'm taking you back to your hotel.
Lori: Why?
Scott: You're exhausted.
Lori: Hey, were you using my phone?
Scott: Your grandmother is fine with you visiting tomorrow evening.
Lori: You
called my grandmother? What did you say to her? Who did you say you were?
Scott: Could I make an observation?
Lori: Go ahead.
Scott: You just finished working a long day, you're in a strange city and she just suddenly expects you to show up and visit like you know each other? You seem more comfortable with a plan and judging by how tired you look, you wanted to go back to the hotel and relax. You shouldn't feel obligated to go around Hell's half acre because of a phone call and I don't think you've slept since you got here.
Lori: ...Uh huh.
Scott: You should have just said no to your boss in the first place. Everyone can tell you don't want to be here.
Lori: It wasn't really a negotiation with him. I need that job.
Scott: There are other jobs.
Lori: No there aren't. No one wants to hire someone with a criminal record and questionable sanity. This guy offered to take me because that's what his business does. The only downside is I have to work 14 hour days, travel all over the place and the county gets half my income to pay for where I stayed. Apparently my family threw everything over to them but I don't really blame them anyway. And on top of that, I'm renting a home that's water damaged because of a hurricane so there's mold everywhere but it's the only thing I can afford which is bad enough because it's 10 miles from my work and I don't have enough to take a bus so I usually walk or ride a bicycle in a damn state that's ridden with tropical storms half the year and 100 degrees the other half. Although I could just sell the bike to the crack whores down the block and take a bus.
Scott: *nods slowly*
Lori: I mean, it's not like I don't deserve it because I do. I haven't exactly been the best person to everyone and it could probably be worse so I just have to buck up and work my ass off like everyone else on the planet. The thing is, what if I fail? What if I try as hard as I can and I still end up in some alley with a needle stuck in my arm? *looks down, scoffs* Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all of this.
Scott: It'll probably turn out okay. At least you don't want to be in that alley, right?
Lori: *shakes head* No. I don't. Ugh. Life is too damn hard.
Scott: Yep. But you're here and you're still able to live it.
Lori: *looks over*
Scott: *turns wheel*
Lori: Do you have to do that?
Scott: *lifts brow* I thought that turn was rather gentle.
Lori: No, put a bright side onto everything. Misery loves company so get down here with me.
Scott: *laughs* Sorry, I'm just not a miserable guy.
Lori: Well no, look at the car you're driving and the clean, dry, warm apartment you get to sleep in tonight.
Scott: Would having all of that make you any happier?
Lori: If it means no mold or sunburns, sign me up.
Scott: Fair enough.
Lori: So what makes
you happy?
Scott: *looks over at Lori*
Lori: *lifts brows*
Scott: *looks back at road* Funny movies, pizza, my friends, air in my lungs...my car.
Lori: HA.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *shrugs* I guess going back to Miami and that cruddy job won't be so bad. At least I'll be doing something that contributes instead of adding to the world's problems. And I do have some days off.
Scott: See, there you go.
Lori: Yeah this bright and shiny outlook on life thing might work for me yet.
Scott: Good.
Lori:
Except I still hate my hotel. Everyone always looks at me like I shouldn't be there and I'm pretty sure the maids steal the change I leave on the table. And I don't know what's wrong with your city but there's always an ambulance or a fire truck or some god damned cop car runnin' past the building and garbage trucks in back alleys bangin' things around and everywhere smells like pee.
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: I'm serious. And the linens they use on the bed give me hives plus there's this Chinese couple beside my room and they go at it every night like a couple of wild animals.
Scott: Sounds exciting.
Lori: It's nasty. Maybe I'll ask to stay at my grandmother's house tomorrow. Of course that doesn't really fix the problem tonight. Maybe I'll just grab one of those hard soaps and knock myself out. Ugh, sorry, I'm ramblin' again.
Scott: *smiling* Not a problem.
Lori: You don't care that I'm completely monopolizing the conversation with complaints?
Scott: It's the most you've shared with me since we've met, I'll take it.
Lori: Well you're...*shrugs* easy to talk to.
Scott: *looks over*
Lori: I...y'know, I don't feel like I'm bein' judged or anythin'.
Scott: *staring at Lori*
Lori: Red light.
Scott: *slams on breaks*
Lori: AH! *grabs dashboard*
Scott: Sorry.
Lori: My fault. I should be wearing my seatbelt.
Scott: *stares ahead*
Lori: *looks out window*
Cellphone rings
Scott: *reaches into pocket, grabs phone, opens it* Hello. *presses gas pedal* Why? ...Bailey, the tow guy is not a taxi service....how the hell did you get a key to my apartment?
Lori: *smirks*
Scott: No you cannot borrow the bike tomorrow. You can buy gas like the rest of America.
Lori: *looks over*
Scott: Because you don't know how to use it...*lifts brow* Are you in the parking garage right now? No NO, Bailey you cannot just take it. *sigh* You know what, I'll be there in a few. *closes phone* Sorry, we have to take a side trip.
Lori: You have a bike? Like a-a motorcycle?
Scott: Well, no, not really. I'm fixing it for a friend.
Lori: You know how to fix motorcycles.
Scott: I worked at a garage to pay for college. *sigh* Sorry about this, I'll get you to the hotel before the sun comes up, I swear.
Lori: *smiles* It's okay.
West 10th Street, Greenwich Village
Scott: *opens door* Did you call her?
Lori: Yeah she said she's up in your apartment.
Scott: Knowing her, she's stealing my food too.
5 minutes later
Scott: *opens door* Bailey!
Bailey: *closes fridge* I didn't take anything.
Scott: *walks in* Then why were you just in my fridge?
Lori: *walks in slowly* ...Wow.
Bailey: *smiles* I know, right? YOUR VOICE ECHOES IN HERE!
Scott: Put the beer away.
Bailey: Just one?
Scott: No.
Bailey: You suck.
Lori: *stands near door* You have...two floors.
Scott: *places hand on Lori's back* You can come in, you know.
Lori: *jogs over* Yeah okay.
Scott: *grabs beer from Bailey* Water only.
Bailey: Then don't put beer in your apartment.
Lori: *looks around* More like a house.
Bailey: Ugh yeah he pays like 1200-
Scott: Why don't we not discuss how much Scott pays for his apartment. Please, have a seat.
Lori: *sits on couch*
Scott: Would you like anything?
Lori: Uh...no, I'm fine.
Scott: *looks at Bailey* You've probably already helped yourself, right?
Bailey: I only took one sandwhich.
Scott: *nods*
Bailey: So can I borrow the bike?
Scott: What part of 'no' don't you understand?
Bailey: No is very vague nowadays.
Scott: Where's your car?
Bailey: It's in your parking space.
Scott: *sigh*
Bailey: *grabs Scott* Okay I need to talk to you in private.
Scott: Why?
Bailey: Just get over here.
Bedroom
Bailey: *pushes Scott*
Scott: What is it?
Bailey: Did you ask her out yet?
Scott: You were rude enough to leave Lori alone in the living room to ask me if I've asked her out.
Bailey: Well did you?
Scott: I'm not
going to.
Bailey: Why?
Scott: Because she's leaving in 4 days and maybe she doesn't want to go out with anyone.
Bailey: That's not what she told me.
Scott: Wh-what did she tell you?
Bailey: *smiles* She didn't tell me anything but that was cute.
Scott: *frowns*
Bailey: Come on, this is perfect. You're here, she's here, you've got a good vibe going on and this place would make me weak in the knees for you if I wasn't so above your league.
Scott: You...made me take her here so you could pimp her out to me?
Bailey: Duh, why did you think I wanted your membership card in the first place?
Scott: Stop setting me up with people.
Bailey: Stop ignoring your
feelings. *smiles*
Scott: How would you even
know my 'feelings'?
Bailey: Because I saw you two on the balcony way before I interrupted you.
Scott: You are a cruel human being.
Bailey: C'mon, it's perfect. She's finally in the city and you haven't been laid in...*lifts fingers* what...a year?
Scott: Um you're a little off.
Bailey: Fine, 3 years.
Scott: Okay, look, I appreciate...whatever the hell it is you think you're doing but no.
Bailey: Why? You think you're going to get some jungle disease from her?
Scott: *covers eyes* I can't believe we're even friends.
Bailey: You're attracted to her, right?
Scott: *throws hands up in the air* Yes.
Bailey: You care about her?
Scott: Yeah.
Bailey: Just...'yeah'. Come on, level with me. How do you feel about her?
Scott: I feel...like it's none of your business how I feel about her.
Bailey: *smiles* Excellent so go be a man and get her pants off.
Scott: *shakes head, leaves*
Bailey: Hee. *follows*
Living room
Scott: I'll take you back to the hotel now.
Lori: Oh, okay. *stands*
Bailey: NO! What are you doing!
Lori: *lifts brows*
Bailey: Ugh this just won't work if you two WON'T PLAY ALONG.
Scott: Don't pay attention to her, she's leaving too.
Bailey: Scott wants to sleep with you!
Lori: What?
Scott:
What?
Bailey: *smiles* Bye. *leaves, shuts door*
Scott: *staring at door*
Lori: Interesting.
Scott: No, she's just messing around.
Lori: I see.
Scott: Stop, no, just...don't look at me like that. She really is just messing around, I'm sorry. *opens door* I'm sure you'd like to get back to your hotel and rest up.
Lori: Right. Although it would be nice not to have hives for one night and you probably don't want to have to make another trip.
Scott: You want to stay here?
Lori: Well it's not an offer to sleep with me.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *laughs* I'm kidding. I just...it would be nice to be somewhere quiet and hypo-allergenic if that's okay.
Scott: Yeah. Yeah, it's okay. *closes door*
Lori: Thanks.
Scott: There's an extra room upstairs.
Lori: Perfect. Uh, I assume there's an extra bathroom up there too.
Scott: Of course.
Lori: Good. I guess I'll be in the shower. *walks upstairs*
Scott: *places head against door*
Lori: *leans over railing* Oh, Scott?
Scott: *lifts head* Yeah.
Lori: I really hope it hasn't been 3 years.
Scott: *stares blankly* What?
Lori: Bailey's kind of loud.
Scott: Uh, *laughs* no. No, she was just...giving me another reason never to speak to her again.
Lori: *smiles* Okay. *walks away*
Scott: *slams head against door*
TBC........................
