Saturday, June 16th, 8:00pm
Edward (and Kyra)
Edward sits at the window. Kyra staggers down the aisle and takes the seat beside him.
Kyra: Hey I know you.
Edward: I don’t remember you.
Kyra: Yeah, you’re that guy that wants to be a vampire guy. You wanna share a bottle of wine with me?
Edward: I don’t drink wine.
Kyra: You sure? It’s red.
Edward: Just because it’s the same colour as blood doesn’t mean I want to drink it.
Kyra: Hey, you ever notice that blood has red and white cells and wine comes in red bottles and white bottles?
Edward stares at her.
Kyra: Gotta be a connection, right?
Edward: I still don’t want any wine.
Kyra: Suit yourself, vampire guy.
Edward: But I suppose I could drink it indirectly…
Kyra: What’s that supposed to mean?
Edward: (shrugs) Where are you getting off the bus?
Kyra: Main Street.
Edward: (smiles, exposing mouthful of fake fangs) Me too.
Next stop: Sunday, June 17th, 7:00pm