Saturday, January 27th, 9:00pm
Kyra (and Edward)
Kyra sits by the window, hugging herself. Edward takes the seat beside her.
Edward: You look cold.
Kyra: It’s frickin’ cold out there.
Edward: (shrugs) Depends.
Kyra: (snorts) On what?
Edward: I’m a vampire. (smiles, showing his fake fangs) We undead don’t get cold.
Kyra: You’re kidding, right?
Kyra: (closing her eyes and mumbling) Go away. Go away. Go away.
Edward: I can understand why you want me to go away. I’m a predator. You’re, potentially, my prey. But I’ll tell you now, I’m not interested.
Kyra: (opens her eyes) Why not? What’s wrong with me?
Edward: You’re not my Bella.
Kyra: You’re on drugs, aren’t you.
Edward: (smiling) Love is my only drug.
Kyra: (rocking, hugging herself) One of us needs to get off the cheap drugs, and it’d better not be me.
Next stop: Sunday, January 28th, 10:00am