Saturday, November 18th, 8:00pm
Drommen (and Edward)
Drommen sits at the window. Edward takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: What the hell are you doing back?
Edward: I’ve decided to forgive you.
Drommen:(laughs) You’re joking.
Edward: No. I’ve forgiven you because it’s obvious you’re not trying to kill me. Not like some people.
Drommen: I don’t want to kill you. I just want you and your plastic fangs and your sparkles off my bus.
Edward:(hisses, showing his plastic teeth) They’re not plastic. They’re all mine.
Drommen: I have no doubt they’re yours. Where’d you buy them from – Dollarama?
Edward: I got them from the dentist. After someone knocked my real fangs out.
Drommen: Your real fangs?
Edward: His name was van Helsing. Do you know him?
Drommen: Yeah, I know him. He was from Dracula.
Edward: Dracula? No way. Dracula was a myth. I’m the real thing.
Drommen: Pfft. You’re just a teeny-bopper wannabe.
Edward: I am not! Do you want me to bite your neck and prove it?
Drommen:(glares for a moment) You. Wouldn’t. Dare.
Edward stares, uncertain. He stands, holding the skirt of his trenchcoat up to cover the lower part of his face. He hisses, then runs to the door to dramatically wait for the next stop.
Tuesday, November 14th, 5:00pm
Drommen (and Hillary) (and Sean)
Drommen sits at the window. Hillary takes the seat beside him.
Hillary: Hi Jake.
Drommen: Hi there, Jessica.
Hillary: You’ll never guess what I saw on the bus yesterday.
Drommen: What was it?
Hillary: A flasher.
Drommen:(frowning) A flasher? On my bus?
Hillary: Yep.
Drommen: How dare he! Flashing a young lady like you! What did you do?
Hillary: I laughed at him. He got off the bus.
Drommen: Huh.
Hillary: I’d heard about him before. A lady on here told me there’s a habitual flasher on the bus. She said his name is Drummin or something. That must have been him.
Drommen: No it wasn’t.
Hillary:(lifts an eyebrow) How are you so sure?
Drommen: Well … um … You said he just flashed you, right?
Hillary: Yeah.
Drommen: I heard this other guy is much more polite. He asks first.
Hillary: (laughing) A polite flasher? Now I’ve heard everything.
Drommen: It’s possible.
Hillary: Riiight. The day I see a polite flasher is the day I change my name to Hillary.
Thursday, October 26th, 5:00pm
Drommen (and Holly)
Drommen sits at the window. Holly takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: Hi.
Holly: Hi.
Drommen: Do you mind if I … Are you crying?
Holly: (wipes her cheek) No.
Drommen: What’s wrong?
Holly: Oh God, my life’s such a mess. First I get pregnant with this guy who disappears, and now my husband’s disappeared and I’m going to get thrown out of my place.
Drommen: That’s terrible.
Holly: And on top of all that, I’ve got this other guy hanging around my house with these fake … (points at her mouth) teeth … things … and I’m pretty sure he was the one who made my husband disappear.
Drommen: Did you call the cops?
Holly: No, because I asked him to get rid of the other guy … my boyfriend … Wait, are you a cop?
Drommen:(snickers) No.
Holly:(sighs in relief) Thank God.
Drommen: So, let me get this straight. You asked the guy with the plastic fangs to get rid of your boyfriend, but he screwed up and now your husband is missing instead?
Holly: Right.
Drommen stares out the window.
Holly: I don’t know why I told you all this. I guess it’s easier to talk to a stranger.
Drommen:(turns back to her) No, it’s fine. I understand. I look to strangers for help all the time. Listen, I think I might be able to help you. (reaches into his pocket) Take this.
Holly:(looks down at a wad of twenty dollar bills he handed her) I can’t …
Drommen: Yes you can. It’s for your rent. And next time I see that little prick with the teeth …
Holly: What are you going to do?
Drommen: It’s probably best I don’t say. (reaches into his pocket again) Wait, can I see that wad again?
Holly holds the stack of money out to him.
Drommen:(replaces the topmost $20 with another) Wrong one.
Holly: What … why?
Drommen:(holds up bill gingerly) This one’s a little gooey.
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