Slowly Jack turns his head in that direction, and even more slowly begins to walk, until Fuego grabs the crook of his elbow, pries the now empty bottle out of his hand, and replaces it with an only half drunken one.
FUEGO
Tu necesitas mucho.
SC 6: INT.: DARK: Antina's bar
Jack wanders through the mayhem of a large amount of drunken men speaking in an assortment of languages, a bit put out by it all.
He catches sight of Antina, sitting back to him at a beaten wooden table, tapping the pencil in her hand judgmentally against it. As he sets off to her, hesitantly looking back to Kit and Fuego's table, a bit of the conversation between her and the blond girl eagerly sitting across the table can be heard.
ANTINA
Zelda? Zelda Marie? That's you?
The girl nods strongly and speaks in English garbled by a thick Italian accent, but still in a light, feathery tone. She is dressed in a gown that has about as many ruffles, flounces, and bows as possible, with it's surface area. It contrasts rather starkly with Antina's gown, which really is nothing more than a bit of black canvas and a few silver buttons. Zelda embodies coif, Antina's devastated hair leaves her less than less than pretty.
ZELDA
Oh, yes. I speak so well two languages: English and mine. Please may I have good respectable job here please?
Antina sighs deeply and answers back, matching syllable for syllable Zelda's poor annunciation.
ANTINA
But perhaps not most respectable job for working at bar? It not good.
Jack stops a few paces from Antina and surreptitiously glances her up and down.
Zelda Marie notices and delicately points up at him and gives a slight wave. Antina turns about and she, literally, has not changed a bit in 26 years. She looks a tad displeased, however.
Jack literally recoils, and takes a staggering step backward, almost into the next table.
JACK (horrified)
Pardon me.
Antina squints at the appalled Jack, and there is a flicker of recognition, but she dismisses it immediately.
ANTINA (to Zelda)
One moment, please.
(She melds to Jack's drunken speech and making it her own, slurredly drawls to him.)
I was trying to conduct a professional job interview, until you showed up.
ZELDA (very flirtatiously)
I don't mind. Not at all.
Antina turns back around and gives a look that may kill.
JACK
See? Everyone loves me.
ANTINA (to Zelda)
That be rule number UN. No cavorting, si?
(She whips back around to Jack.)
And that goes for you too. I don't appreciate you soliciting my employee. (Whispers)
She's new. I'm attempting to get her to do some work here, so could you please go away? (Without waiting for a response she smiles warmly) Thank you, luv.
JACK (sadly)
But she's so pretty to gaze upon in this here fine establishment. As are you, my dear. Haven't changed a bit, have you. Except you've gotten a tad unfriendly. Er. And your dress is quite different too.
Antina's eyes widen and a look of hastened panic spreads across her face.
Quickly, she faces Zelda and begins to speak slowly and clearly, like a teacher to a stupid pupil.
ANTINA
Now go up to the counter there and give all the men what they want. (With a start, realizing what she's just insinuated) Um--no, no, the drink they want, the drink, that be all, then take their money. If they no got no money, smack them. You can give whatever's in the cellar. Except for the one-barrel on the left. Biiig barrel, very full. Don't give them no thing from there. That be mine, and very strong. You understand, right?
ZELDA
Oh, si, si. Grazi, for the job.
With that, she flounces off, still mystifyingly overjoyed at having a horrible job on an apparent work force of two- Antina and herself.