Raising The BarA Stage Play by John Elridge MedlinTheir eyes meet, the man swoops in to make his move.(A woman is alone with a drink in hand. Music is playing vaguely in the background. Just to set the ambiance of a bar. She swirls the drink about some as Man walks in. He is an overly muscular man and is extraordinarily attractive. Think of the guy on the cover of those cheap romantic stories in every bookstore that almost always end with the heroine getting "boned." He sees her at once and wants her. Of course! She is a stunning discovery herself. He preps himself, making sure there is no stench lingering on him, and he makes his way over to her.) Man: Hey there. Woman: Oh, hey. Man: Slow night, isn't it? Woman: I guess. I don't come here often. Man: Oh really? Did you come alone? Woman: Nah. I came with my husband. Hugh. Man: Is that right? I'm sure he's quite the man to have you as his wife. Woman: Of course. Think Channing Tatum meets Tom Hardy. Man: If only a man like that existed. I might try to steal him from you. Woman: Of course he exists. I'm married to him. Man: I think we both know better than that. Woman: Is that so? Man: Is he real? Woman: He may be, he may not be. Man: What will it take for me to find out if he is or not? Woman: A slip of the tongue. Or maybe Hugh will come over here and carry me away. Who knows? Regardless, I doubt he would like it if he returned to see a stranger flirting with me. Man: You think I'm flirting with you? Woman: Not well. Man: That's a dagger to the heart. Woman: Flirting has never really worked for me anyways. Man: How about subliminal messaging? Woman: Subliminal messaging? Man: Oh yes. I'll just let a few words penetrate their way into the conversation. Woman: Wow. Okay. I see. Very mature. Man: You don't have to be a dick about it. Woman: A child could do better. Man: I guess you make a phallic point. Woman: I bet your proud about that one. Man: I'm a little more erect saying it. Cum on though. This has to wet your appetite some. Woman: Oh yes, of course. I just want to tear off your clothes right now and have you carry me away. Has this ever worked before? Man: Of course! I use this on the hard to get ones. Like yourself. It gets in their heads, you know. Makes me look irresistible. Woman: And here I am thinking you always see yourself as irresistible. Man: Honey, I'm confident. Not an egotistical muscle head. Woman: A five syllable word. I'm impressed. Man: Could I at least get your name? Woman: I don't know. Could you? Man: Alright now, smart elleck. Woman: Gertrude. Man: Gertrude? Woman: Yup. That's my name. Man: I doubt that. Woman: You are a very suspicious man. First you think I'm lying about Hugh and now my name. I'm hurt. Man: I'm sure you are. Woman: Okay, fine. Do you want to know the truth? Man: So you did lie to me! I'm so surprised! Woman: Oh shut up! I wont tell you then. Man: I was kidding. What's the truth, then? Woman: I am a lesbian. Man: And I'm dating Jennifer Love Hewitt. Woman: I'm being totally serious! Man: I'm sure you are. Woman: Hugh, come over here! (She waves for a moment. A very butch looking woman comes onto the stage. Her hair is cut short. She makes her way over to Woman and wraps an arm around her. They exchange a quick kiss. Hugh notices the man and nods his way.) Hugh: Sup. Woman: I think I'm ready to head back home. Hugh: 'Kay. Woman: Bye, guy. It was nice chatting with you. Don't try too hard. (The two hold hands as they start walking off stage. Man stammers some as he watches them in total shock. Right before they make it off stage he calls out.) Man: Bye... Gertrude. (He quickly chugs down his drink and rushes offstage)
© 2015 John Elridge MedlinAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJohn Elridge MedlinHaughton, LAAboutI am a 22 year old writer in Haughton, Louisiana. I have been writing since I was old enough to know how to. I find immense pleasure in crafting stories of all kinds. Right now I'm working on putti.. more..Writing
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