Scene 3
The next scene takes place in a red lit bar. The music is brash, alternative; the people are surprisingly laid back. KAT is sat on a bar stool at the end of the bar as PATRICK walks towards her with some swagger in his step.
PATRICK hands KAT a shot and puts his own down on the bar.
PATRICK
Here.
KAT knocks the shot back in one, slams it back on the bar and runs a hand through her hair. Patrick watches her the entire time.
Done this before?
KAT
No. I obviously watch too much TV.
PATRICK
Right.
He drinks his own shot swiftly.
KAT
My Dad would kill me if he knew I was…
PATRICK
Damn I forgot to put money on that.
PATRICK is leans in casually, close to KAT.
KAT
And to think, you could have won the jackpot tonight.
PATRICK smirks before motioning for the bartender. He orders another round of drinks before turning back to KAT.
PATRICK
Sex followed by shots. Stratford, who'd have thought…
KAT
I've never heard such dazzling sibilance. You sir, are an eloquent young man-
PATRICK
And you, Kat, are flaked.
KAT
Ha, isn't that great. Think about it.
PATRICK
What?
KAT
Flaked.
PATRICK
So you are, problem?
KAT
You could almost use any word in the place of meaning drunk. Like flaked. "Darling, take me home, I'm wallpapered"
PATRICK almost chokes on his drink.
PATRICK
Trust you to analyse the English language while… being wallpapered.
They both laugh.
Okay, last shot. Then we've got to get you home.
KAT downs the shot and winces.
KAT
I can't go home like this.
PATRICK
Where else can I take you other than home?
KAT doesn't say anything, just continues staring straight in front of her, sort of in a daze.
PATRICK begins to lead KAT outside.
KAT
To your place, I can sleep in your bed.
PATRICK
No.
KAT
Ah, come on Patrick. You know we wouldn't get back into my house this late. What is the time anyway?
PATRIRCK
12:45
KAT pauses and paces, slightly tipsy outside the front of the bar
I worry about you thinking when you are sober, never mind-
KAT
I've got it.
PATRICK
Way to go.
KAT
Shut it and listen. I could sleep in the summerhouse,
PATRICK
You have a summerhouse?
KAT
Sure, don't you?
PATRICK
It's not really one of my life achievements to have one.
KAT turns and begins to pace.
KAT
I'd just have to go through the gate and under Bianca's window round the house. Simple.
KAT stops.
Wait. You can't drive that.
She motions to PATRICK who is mounting his motorcycle.
You had 3 or so shots, and whatever else you drank. Ah, my head feels funny.
KAT puts her hands on her and jumps.
PATRICK laughs
Yeah, tequila does that occasionally. Come on, it's only a few blocks away and plus how else are we going to get you home?
KAT
Hmm, I don't know, perhaps on those pair of things attached to our feet that one formally calls 'legs'.
PATRICK
Gosh, you're bitchy when drunk
KAT
Tipsy
PATRICK
You are drunk Kat-
KAT
Only tipsy
PATRICK
Prove it. Walk over there and back.
KAT
Fine. I will.
She begins to walk away, a little unbalanced in her step.
In fact, I'll walk all the way home. Just to prove it.
PATRICK
It's far too late. I'm pretty sure your Dad might put a fist in my face if anything happened to you, given that this is still the same day in which he found us having sex.
KAT is still walking away in slow steps
Well if you agreed to walk with me that could be continued at a later convinence…
PATRICK smirks
Are you bribing me with sex? I thought you feminists were against all that.
KAT
Only for it when it works in our favour. Now come on. Leave your bike and follow me home. Just make sure I don't get pulled into a tree and killed or anything.
PATRICK
Unlikely. I'm more worried you'll hurt someone else.
KAT shouts from the other side of the car park
So you'll come?
PATRICK
Fine...
PATRICK grabs his keys and gets off his motorcycle. He kicks the stand off and pulls it round the side of the bar out of sight and begins to catch KAT who has walked on to the path into the streetlight.
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