ACT 1
[Setting: Middle of winter quarter, Sunday, ~10:20 PM. ALEX, a skinny white guy, lumbers into the room wearing jeans, a red messenger bag and a forest green winter coat. The main room is dark.]
ALEX: What up, Quint?
[ALEX walks across the main room into his bedroom where BO, a skinny Asian wearing tight corduroys and a ‘Say Hi to your Mom’ T-shirt sits at his computer. Sunset Rubdown plays softly from the speakers.]
BO: Hey, dude.
ALEX: What up bro. Where is everyone?
BO: Samir and Connor are at the Reg*, I think. Stefan's in his room maybe?
ALEX: Cool. [He removes his backpack and coat and drops them haphazardly in the middle of the floor]
BO: Where you been, dude?
ALEX: Off-Off.**
BO: Sweet, how was that?
ALEX: Pretty good. We did this one scene where I was like, a principal and this guy Timur was a student. But we were like, making this plot to burn down the school together. It was funny.
BO: Haha. Sounds good, dude.
ALEX: What you been up to?
BO: Looking up stats on MLB.com. It's such a waste of time! I need to do my stats homework!
ALEX: Haha. Alright good luck, I'm gonna go work on math.
BO: Sounds good, dude.
ALEX: And um, NOT play stupid flash games.
BO: Haha, alright. [ALEX leaves. From his bedroom across the main room, STEFAN calls out.]
STEFAN: ZORN!!***
ALEX: What up!
STEFAN: Zorn! Get in here, mate!
ALEX: Ugh. I have math to do. [He walks into STEFAN’s room anyway.]
STEFAN: I have biology to do! Just check this out, bro.
[STEFAN, another skinny Asian, lies fully clothed on his bed, under his blue comforter. He is wearing jeans and a black button-down. He stares intently at his laptop.]
STEFAN: Check it.
ALEX: Cracked.com top ten celebrities of all time?
STEFAN: [Laughs] Just read it, bro! [Turns the computer toward ALEX]
ALEX: I have work to do!
STEFAN: So do I! You're probably just gonna play stupid internet games.
ALEX: Shut up.
ALEX: [Reading] Number seven is Mona Lisa? She isn't even a real person, dude.
STEFAN: What? Don't you have a sense of humor, mate? You're in off-off! [ALEX rolls his eyes.]
[A knock sounds from the door.]
STEFAN: Come in!
KAYLEY and BRANKA: Hey boys quint!!! [They walk into STEFAN’s room. KAYLEY is a tall white girl with brown hair (with faded purple dye underneath) and a nice ass****. She’s wearing crew sweatpants and a Catcher in the Rye T-shirt. BRANKA, an ensnaringly attractive Serbian girl, has on skinny jeans and a low-cut black blouse.]
BRANKA: Hey boys.
ALEX: [In an awkward, jokingly sexual tone.] Hey, ladies. [BRANKA giggles.]
KAYLEY: Where's Connor?
BRANKA: Probably at the Reg.
STEFAN: Oh I see. You guys just come in here for Connor?
KAYLEY: Yeah, pretty much.
BRANKA: Mm-hmm.
ALEX: [To KAYLEY] How was your day?
KAYLEY: It was alright.
ALEX: Cool.
[There is a short pause.]
BRANKA: Alright. Let's go Kayley. Bye boys quint! [They begin to leave.]
STEFAN: Brankaaaaa...
BRANKA: Hm?
STEFAN: Why do you love Connor and hate me?
BRANKA: [In a mock-aggressive tone.] Because you're filthy and you take advantage of women and you're not a nice person! [She breaks and giggles]
STEFAN: [Flops on his bed face-down] Brankaa. You're killing me. [BRANKA smiles]
BRANKA: Alright, bye boys.
KAYLEY: Bye.
ALEX: See-ya. [The girls leave]
BO: [From the kitchen] Who drank my juice!??
STEFAN: Mate I gotta show you this website...
ALEX: Bro, I gotta work. [He gets up and leaves]
STEFAN: Broo! No come back!
[BO enters]
BO: Stefan, did you drink my juice?
STEFAN: [Smiling guiltily] Mayyybee.
BO: You owe me $2.50.
STEFAN: [Muttering] I always pay for the alcohol...
BO: I bought this juice. You drink it, you pay your share.
STEFAN: Ok, ok. [Walks over to his bookshelf and starts digging in a cup of quarters.]
BO: I don't want your fuckin quarters!
STEFAN: [Handing BO a stack of quarters.] Here. Now can I drink your juice?
BO: [Sighing] Fine. Give me bills next time dude.
ALEX: [From the main room] FUCK YOU LASER ALIENS!
End of Act 1
*The main on-campus library.
**An improv and sketch comedy group which ALEX is a member of.
***ALEX's last name, which some refer to him as.
****This is an objective fact, not simply a bias of the author.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The Quint: A Play In Three Acts
Labels:
Asses,
Off-Off,
Plays,
procrastination,
Quint,
Regenstein,
Serbia,
Sunset Rubdown
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