SCENE THREE
STELLA enters the apartment. She is laughing. ROLAND enters. He is laughing. She tosses her belongings carelessly. He sets down his case, removes his coat and hangs it. STELLA finds a piece of furniture and curls up on it.
STELLA
So he’s SCREAMING, right? “Oh, slow down, slow down, we’re gonna crash, oh God, I’m gonna die I’m gonna die!” I slap him in the face. I figured if he got mad about it I could be like “That’s what they do to pussies in the movies.” But he didn’t even notice, he just went on and on about how his life was over. It was dark, and it was raining, and I did turn the lights off, but COME ON. Be a man! Get in there and be a fucking man. We finally stop at Bookkeepers, he was all “This date is over!” and I said “The difference between you and your car is that I touched its stick. You’re dead to me.” So that’s how my last date went.
ROLAND
How many of these lucky guys do you take back here?
STELLA
Why, you the jealous type?
ROLAND
No, I’m a realist. You’re crazy, which means you probably take guys home all the time. Crazy girls love to fuck.
STELLA
As many as I can, but the lucky ones get to sleep.
ROLAND
And me? Do I get to sleep?
STELLA
You’ll get whatever I want.
ROLAND
What about what I want?
STELLA
You slut.
What’s in the bag?
ROLAND gauges her response. Stellae responds positively. He continues.
ROLAND
I’d tie you up for days. Leave you lying in bed. Eventually you’d get hungry, thirsty. The bed would become uncomfortable, then unbearable. You’d start dreaming of standing, sitting, recalling fondly this moment here when you just sat, curled up on your chair. I’d come in and watch you and hear you beg and scream and curse me. Sometimes I wonder…
STELLA
You sexy talker.
Wonder what?
ROLAND
You don’t want to know. We’re supposed to be on a date.
STELLA
Haha! This is a date? Dates are for people who can feel something for someone else; attraction, lust, desire. Your armor is cracking.
ROLAND
Don’t make fun of me.
STELLA
It’s too easy. What’s in the bag?
ROLAND
You don’t want to know.
STELLA stands and starts to cross to ROLAND.
STELLA
It’s never too far away. Why is that?
ROLAND
It’s my tools.
STELLA
You a carpenter?
ROLAND
A butcher.
STELLA
And you cut flesh with what’s in that bag, you cut bone with what’s in that bag. Does it ever get to you, realizing that those chunks of meat used to frolic and play and sniff at each others genitals? Does it?
ROLAND
Fucking vampire.
During this speech STELLA wraps her arms around ROLAND. She rubs herself on him suggestively.
STELLA
You got that right. I’ll suck you dry, Roland. You should start running. I have this speech I give to suckers like you, suckers for a pretty face. I make men crazy. I take sane men and break them. There’s a highway littered with burnt out husks, and I set fire to them all. I like you. You’re in serious trouble.
ROLAND
If all I wanted was your pretty face, I’d cut it off.
STELLA
You want more.
Her lips brush his face. Again. Again.
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