Harry: I can’t believe the bus was half an hour late.
Sylvester: I know.
Harry: So, you going out on the prowl tonight?
Sylvester: Thinking about it. Wanna come?
Harry: Nah, chicks aren’t my thing these days.
Sylvester:(regarding him closely) I thought you were over Ththally.
Harry:(wipes spit out of his eye) Sally and I weren’t really together in the first place. We met, she got weird in a restaurant, then you know, we just went our separate ways. What’s it to you anyway?
Sylvester: You don’t have to get all catty…
Harry: No, that’s your job.
They sit quietly, both thinking for a moment.
Sylvester: Do you ever wonder if you’re jutht in the wrong plathe thometimeth?
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.
Thursday, November 16th, 6:00pm
Michael (and Wanda)
Michael sits at the window, reading a book. Wanda takes the seat beside him.
Wanda: Do you mind if I paint my nails?
Michael:(without looking away from his book) Nope.
Wanda:(takes a bottle of nail polish out of her pocket) Nasty outside today.
Michael:(without looking away from his book) Yep.
Wanda:(singing) Oh the weather outside is frightful. (speaking) Shit. (singing) But the fire is so delightful. (speaking, etc.) Shit. But as long as you love me so. Shit. Let …
Michael:(regards her for the first time) Why do you keep saying “shit”?
Wanda: The bus keeps ruining my nail polish when it goes over a bump.
Michael: So don’t paint your nails on the bus.
Wanda: Mind your own business.
Michael goes back to his book.
Wanda:(singing) Let it … Shit. Let it … Shit. Let it … Shit.
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