- Messages
- 25
- Points
- 13
[the scene opens in the club this time! Steve is seen in a little booth all by himself and the club he is in is empty. Bright spotlights beam down on the floor. Steve has a tray of piña coladas on the table and one in his right hand. He seems visibly angry about what happened last week with CHRISTIAN.]
“CHRISTIAN, CHRISTIAN, Christian, christian… you pissed me off last week. You genuinely managed to piss me off. Congrats. Fuck you, CHRISTIAN. I could have trusted you, you gremlin fucker. I-I-I’m sorry where are my manners. Mr. Wilson, please give me a moment so I can express how much I hate this imbecile right now, thanks for understanding. Now, back to CHRISTIAN. I was going to teach you Strawb Style man. I was going to teach you a form of ART! An art that only few can portray. You fucked up CHRISTIAN. You fucked up.”
“Sorry for the wait, Ryan.”
[steve checks his wrist which actually has a watch on it for a change before sighing and looking back up to the camera]
“Shit, okay I don't have long until other people start coming in here so I’m gonna have to make this quick, just like your sex life.”
[as he says that, a worker walks past him. Steve holds out his hand for a high-five but the worker completely ignores him.]
“Arsehole. Anyways. Ryan Wilson, you said you wanted to see what the hype was all about huh? Well, you will get the hype, don’t worry. So, your aim is to kick my ass? You think I’m scared, don’t you? I’m not. I couldn’t care less about your goals. You want me to aim all of my anger for CHRISTIAN, to you? No, no, no. You don’t want me to do that. You don’t wish that upon yourself. I will of course aim some of it at you because I’ll regain that hatred soon.”
“Ryan, I don’t want to keep you anymore, I want to start clubbing soon. And I can’t be bothered talking about you any longer.”
“See you soon, Wildside”
“CHRISTIAN, CHRISTIAN, Christian, christian… you pissed me off last week. You genuinely managed to piss me off. Congrats. Fuck you, CHRISTIAN. I could have trusted you, you gremlin fucker. I-I-I’m sorry where are my manners. Mr. Wilson, please give me a moment so I can express how much I hate this imbecile right now, thanks for understanding. Now, back to CHRISTIAN. I was going to teach you Strawb Style man. I was going to teach you a form of ART! An art that only few can portray. You fucked up CHRISTIAN. You fucked up.”
“Sorry for the wait, Ryan.”
[steve checks his wrist which actually has a watch on it for a change before sighing and looking back up to the camera]
“Shit, okay I don't have long until other people start coming in here so I’m gonna have to make this quick, just like your sex life.”
[as he says that, a worker walks past him. Steve holds out his hand for a high-five but the worker completely ignores him.]
“Arsehole. Anyways. Ryan Wilson, you said you wanted to see what the hype was all about huh? Well, you will get the hype, don’t worry. So, your aim is to kick my ass? You think I’m scared, don’t you? I’m not. I couldn’t care less about your goals. You want me to aim all of my anger for CHRISTIAN, to you? No, no, no. You don’t want me to do that. You don’t wish that upon yourself. I will of course aim some of it at you because I’ll regain that hatred soon.”
“Ryan, I don’t want to keep you anymore, I want to start clubbing soon. And I can’t be bothered talking about you any longer.”
“See you soon, Wildside”
