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EPISODE
4, SCENE 2
Eric Banks struggled through the pantry door lugging a case of champagne, sweating through his rented polyester tux shirt. He was working the Starbuck party as an assistant bartender, a lowly way to make fifty bucks but the food was great and the babes looked killer. He'd seen Luanne on Starbuck's arm, schmoozing with Julia Redding and Keith Carradine. Tom and Nicole were huddled in a corner with Oliver Stone. Dudley Moore was slouched over the piano banging jazz standards. Everybody was here. Eric deposited the champagne behind the living room bar. Luanne came over to him. "Hiya, Money," she smiled. She was wearing a shiny green sarong wrap and wobbled on her spiked heels. Eric tried not to stare at her tits. "Hey, Luanne," he said. "Havin' a good time?" "I was," she replied, leaning closer to him, "until I heard a nasty rumor." "What's that?" Eric was intoxicated by the proximity of her body, her perfume. He thought about how it might feel to touch her skin. He realized he was holding his breath. "Shauna Meadows is in town." Luanne could have been announcing a new form of plague had been discovered. "Have you heard something?" Eric shook his head. "No, but I'll keep an ear out." Luanne nodded, pensive. She held out her champagne flute for him to refill. "People talk around a bar," Eric continued. "They think the bartender is invisible." "I don't," Luanne blew him a kiss and walked away. Eric watched her, dazed and confused. |
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