Dark and Stormy Night:
A skit
Scene opens in a dark room, lit with candles. The storm outside is raging, enhancing the frightening atmosphere in the small house. Somewhere in the back parlor a phonograph plays "Tiptoe Through the Tulips". Enter Specs and Tucker, alone.
Specs: I hope this isn't another waste of time. That last job was completely pointless.
Tucker: That lady was just a lonely old coot. But at least she let us keep the advance. Business has been too scarce lately to say no to anyone.
Specs: *mumble* Like you ever say no anyway.
Tucker: What was that!
Specs: Nothing. I didn't say anything.
Tucker: Let's just set up in the parlor.
Specs: You mean where that creepy-ass music is coming from?
Tucker: Of course.
The pair trudged through the dark house with their entity finding materials.
Tucker taking out an EMP reader: Let's be done with this. I'm starving.
Specs: You should take this more seriously. I know your job isn't as important as mine, but –
Tucker: Excuse me? But I do believe it is I who is more important. I mean, I do most of the preliminary testing-
Specs: But I do the drawing and writing, which are vital to the process.
Tucker: But there wouldn't be a process if not for my testing.
Specs: Let's agree to disagree.
A loud noise is heard from upstairs.
Specs: What was that!
Tucker: Let's go find out. Grab the camera.
They run up the stairs. The noise ceases.
Specs: I don't see anything.
Tucker: The EMP reader isn't picking anything up. There's nothing going on here.
Specs: Then what was that noise?
Tucker: Does she have a cat?
Specs: You did the initial interview? Does she?
Tucker: I didn't think such trivial information was relevant.
Specs: Of course you didn't. Must I do everything?
Tucker: You do everyting? Outrageous.
Specs: You're outrageous.
Tucker: At least I'm important.
Specs: I'm important.
Tucker: I'm more important.
Specs: You wish.
Tucker: I am.
Specs: not.
Tucker: Am.
Specs: Not.
Tucker: Am.
Specs: Not.
Tucker: Am.
Specs: Not.
Tucker: Am.
Specs: Not.
Tucker: Am.
Specs: Not.
The pair falls violently into each other's arms. The conveniently located bed makes for an easy falling point and the pair falls onto haphazardly. They begin kissing, not realizing what they are doing, only following their hearts. There quick, furious kisses become demanding and needy. Tucker opens his white button up shirt, leaning over Specs.
Tucker: You know I only give you a hard time because…
Specs: Because why Tucker?
Tucker: Because… we'll, you're important to me.
Specs with a smile: I am.
The pair succumb to each other once more. Their movements becoming heated and desperate. The sound of the phonograph in the parlor quiets, but neither man notices. Lost in each others embrace.