[Cut to diner, early evening. Tables more or less full, just like at poetry reading in "Turf Wars" or following episode. Two female singers at microphones, with tattoos and bracelets and vests, oh my. Amy and Laynie sit in booth, side by side.]
AMY: You're sure Nina can get all the legal stuff lined up?
LAYNIE: It's what she does, hon. What, you think she should be at the office tonight instead of watching Ross?
AMY: No, I'm … glad we finally got a night out. (Smiles perky little smile that only makes her more annoying. Sorry.)
LAYNIE: Me too. (Looks up, startled to see Andy and Wendell.) Dr. Brown?
ANDY (smiling, obliviously as usual): Hi, Amy! Laynie! Wendell thought the bars weren't the best environment for me right now, so we came here.
[Amy and Laynie look at each other and roll eyes as Andy and Wendell sit down across from them.]
WENDELL (smiling, then puzzled as he looks at stage): Is that …
AMY (nodding): Kayla and Paige.
LAYNIE: It's from their self-released CD, "To My Lover's Lover's Lover's Lover."
WENDELL: Oooh, bitter, huh?
AMY: Yeah, they're lesbians now, but they're still annoying.
***
[Cut to cavernous, dimly lit dance club, long after dark. Thumping house music, go-go boys, overpriced drinks, guys dancing without shirts, etc. It's Everlon! You know, Everwood's fabulous after-hours club? What, you thought they really had places like Babylon in Pittsburgh? Uh, sure. Or you thought I'd put a bar in the PCHS gym? Ha! Anyway. Welcome to Everlon. Ooo-ooh. Yeaa-aaah. Thump thump thump … ]
EPHRAM (standing at bar with bottled beer, facing Colin): Well, I guess that settles who just can't get enough.
COLIN (laughs): Does it? (Looks up.) Hey, Bright!
BRIGHT (subdued): Hey, dudes.
COLIN: You been down all day, man. What's up?
BRIGHT: Besides my dad thinking I'm a moron? And my lover being out of town?
COLIN: Well, one of those could be conve- (Catches Ephram's eye.) Uh, never mind.
EPHRAM: And my dad and I aren't exactly …
BRIGHT: Tell me about it.
COLIN: Hey, hang in there, man. We … (looks up, startled)
HAROLD: Hello, boys.
EPHRAM: We'll excuse our-
BRIGHT (pointing toward Harold with his eyes): There's no excuse for him.
HAROLD (wincing): Bright, I -
BRIGHT: Save it. School's not our thing. Never was.
HAROLD: I know, but-
BRIGHT: Look, Carl's what he is, but … he hasn't pretended to be anything else. At least … not with me. I never expected anything more from him than I got. And I … I gave up needing anything from you a long time ago, so …
HAROLD: Bright …
CARL (walking up from behind, grinning): Hey, beautiful!
BRIGHT (turning around): Carl?!
CARL: The client had no requirements defined, so I would've wasted a week, and .. well, hell, I've wasted a lot of weeks on clueless clients, but … I missed, you, B! I couldn't go through the week thinking we … I mean … I can't stand the thought of you … me … we .. not … I mean …
BRIGHT (reaches hand out, grabs Carl's chin, pulls it toward him): Shut up, Carl. (Leans in and kisses Carl. Ephram and Colin roll eyes. Harold hangs head and walks away.)
[Zoom out and pan view of club. Fade in DJ ComaBoi dance mix of "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence. (OK, I made that up. But if you know any good remixers, I have an idea.) Fade in closing credits.]
[SERIES NARRATOR'S VOICE OVER CLOSING CREDITS:] Stay tuned for scenes from the next "Queer as Everwood" …]