SCENE EIGHT: AN INDECENT PROPOSAL
*The scene begins at the bar in the evening, with Kirby working the floor. Behind the bar, Stacey is serving customers while Greg is on the phone. He looks at Stacey and gives her thumbs up, to which she gives a cheeky grin. Stacey saunters up to Kirby, and taps her on the shoulder. Stacey can't wipe the cheeky grin off her face.*
STACEY: Hey, you.
KIRBY: Um, hey?
STACEY: Quiet night tonight, huh?
KIRBY: Yeah…nice for a change, to be honest. I was starting to think everyone in this town was some kind of bar-fly.
STACEY: Just the classy ones. You're so lucky to have a guy like Adam.
KIRBY: There are plenty of guys who would kill to be with you! You just need to know where to find the right one.
STACEY: I'm not going to find him working in this dump.
KIRBY: There's nothing wrong with Greg…
STACEY: Besides the twenty year age gap, you mean!
KIRBY: Trust me, Stace. Love is blind…you have to be open to trying different people and having some fun! Who knows, the perfect guy could walk in those doors any day, any time.
*The door suddenly swings open, and Rah saunters in confidently. He puts his hands above his head and yells out to the whole bar.*
RAH (rapping): It's the R, to the A, to the H-U-L. You diss my flow I'll give you hell! Sup, y'all! Happy hour has officially begun…I call Rah-madun, yo!
*The girls look at each other, and groan.*
STACEY: There's my rebuttal.
RAH (walking up): What we doing? Talking about your rebuttal, girl?
STACEY (firmly): If you even mention my 'rebuttal' again, expect this foot right up your pervy ass.
RAH (to himself, walking away): Already got her thinking about my ass!
KIRBY: I guess I am lucky to have Adam.
STACEY: Cherish it, Kirby.
*Stacey smiles, and walks away.*
KIRBY: What does that mean?
STACEY (smiles): You'll know!
*Kirby looks a little confused, and walks up to Greg who is still on the phone.*
KIRBY: What's up with Stacey tonight?
GREG: On the phone, Kirb.
*Kirby waits patiently as Greg finishes the call, and hangs up.*
GREG: What was that?
KIRBY: Stacey's acting weird…
GREG: Good weird or bad weird?
KIRBY: Good weird…which is the weird part! What's going on?
GREG (shrugs): Maybe it's the way that my suede shoes are blending in nicely with these loose fitting jeans. Or…maybe, it's the fact that I'm giving you both the night off…full pay.
KIRBY: You serious?
GREG: Sure! You've both earned it, you're hard workers. Our takings have been through the roof lately…thanks to our star attraction…you. So we can do with one night off. I figure you have better places to be tonight.
KIRBY: A nice hot bath sounds good, to be honest. I'll have to call Adam and get him to pick me up, though.
GREG: That was him on the phone, actually. He can't make it…held back at work.
KIRBY: Damn…
GREG: I'm sure Stacey can give you a lift, or Rah?
KIRBY: Stacey lives the other side of the city…and Rah? I'd prefer to avoid that cab at all costs from now on.
GREG (grins): Probably a wise move. The bus stop isn't that far up the road, but if you're going to catch it you should go now, before it gets dark.
KIRBY: You don't mind?
GREG: Go for gold! Enjoy your night of freedom.
KIRBY: I intend to! Night, Greg!
GREG: Night, Kirb.
*Kirby bounds towards the door, enjoying her unexpected freedom for the night.*
KIRBY (calling out): Night, Stace! Stay out of trouble, you hear?
STACEY: Good luck.
*Kirby leaves the bar with a confused look on her face, and makes her way down towards the bus stop. Inside the bar, Greg dials the phone again and begins talking.*
GREG: She just left.
*Kirby sits down at the stop, tapping her feet impatiently. Looking around, she can't help but get the feeling that somebody is watching her. She sighs in relief as the bus pulls up in front of her, and slowly opens its doors. She enters, and throws the coins crudely down near the drivers' collection plate. Taking her seat at the back of the bus, she looks around and notices that she is the only person there. The bus takes off down the street slowly. Kirby hums to herself, bored.*
KIRBY (calling out): Quiet night, huh?
*The bus driver does not answer. He accelerates, and drives past a bus stop with confused looking people watching it go by.*
KIRBY (calling out): Hey, weren't you meant to stop there?
*The driver doesn't answer, but drives the bus down the road even faster. Kirby is becoming nervous.*
KIRBY: Hello? What are you doing? This isn't my route, you know…
*Suddenly, the driver slows the bus down. Kirby sighs, relieved. But instead of pulling to the side of the road, the driver pulls the bus down a dark, narrow alleyway. He pulls the bus down, out of sight of those on the road, and stops the bus.*
KIRBY: I'm not sure this shortcut was such a good idea, do you?
*The bus driver slowly opens his cage, and steps out, with back still turned to Kirby.*
KIRBY (scared): Is this some sort of joke?
*The bus driver turns around…revealing that it is Ghostface. Kirby screams, and tries to open the windows, but to no avail. Ghostface slowly begins to walk towards Kirby.*
KIRBY (screaming): No…no! Help! Help!
*Ghostface is nearly upon Kirby when she has no choice. She launches herself at Ghostface, and knocks him to the floor. She begins to lay into him with her fists, pummelling him. Ghostface seems to be blocking the punches rather than fighting back.*
GHOSTFACE (in familiar voice): Stop, Kirby! It's me!
*Kirby stops, crying, and takes off the mask. It is Adam, now with a fat lip and bleeding out of his nose. Kirby gets off him and scrambles to the back of the bus.*
KIRBY (yelling): What the fuck is wrong with you?
ADAM: Wait! You don't understand…
*Adam crawls up to Kirby, reaches into his pocket, and takes out a box. He opens it to reveal a large diamond engagement ring. Normally so calm and assured, Adam seems nervous and edgy.*
ADAM: Kirby, since I first laid eyes on you I knew…
KIRBY (crying): Why would you do this to me? Why!
ADAM (confused): What? I'm doing this because I love you, Kirby. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
KIRBY: I don't want to spend the rest of my life with somebody who would…do this!
ADAM (desperately): Kirby, wait!
*Kirby scrambles past Adam, opens the bus door, and runs into the night. Adam lays stunned, on the floor of the bus. He closes the box, disappointed and dismayed. He looks at the mask Kirby took off of him, and he smashes his fist into it repeatedly. His hand begins to bleed onto the mask, smearing it with his blood.*
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