Post by nick on Oct 2, 2021 12:06:51 GMT -5
(After a stunning Friday Night Free For All, Larry bounds into the locker room to accost Pixi, who was just about to get undressed for her shower.)
Larry: Did you see? Did you see? Bryan’s back!
Pixi: Yes, I saw. He didn’t tell you he was returning?
Larry: No! I should be angry, but I’m just SO pleased to see him and he knows I love surprises. Oh, oh! And did you see the tattoo?
Pixi: Yes, I think everyone saw the tattoo.
Larry: And what about the way he stuck it to DeHaven? That was justice. See how he likes it, the big bully!
Pixi: Yes, I saw that too. I’m not a fan of backstage attacks. (She holds up a hand forestalling Larry's outburst). Yes, I know that’s EXACTLY what happened to you, but two wrongs don’t make a right. If I have a problem with someone, I’ll tell them to their face and THEN beat the stupid out of them. I don’t need surprise attacks, I’m fast enough without.
Larry: Well, maybe that’s where you’re going wrong. You need to make an impact, send a clear statement and that’s what Bryan did. By attacking DeHaven like that he’s showing EVERYONE that cowardly attacks just aren’t worth it. PLUS, he’s showing that he’s prepared to do whatever it takes to get the job done.
Pixi: Oh. Whatever, as in burn someone’s bus to the ground? Explode a truck? Those are not good things to do.
Larry: You can’t preach at me. Silence here, remember. I’m not afraid to push the envelope and I’m certainly NOT going to find any fault in what Bryan did. FOR ME.
Pixi: And himself. You just said that.
Larry: Yeah, well, that’s okay too. You can’t expect me to begrudge him that.
Pixi: No, Larry, I don’t. Honestly. Look, I’m super pleased that Bryan’s back. I’m pleased for you too, but I’m not going to be a hypocrite and say it’s okay for Bryan to do one thing and not okay if say, Bishop, does more or less the dame thing.
Larry (smiling broadly): Yeah, look at you, all principled and everything. So out of character.
Pixi: Yeah, right. So, are you – and Bryan? - coming along to Uncle Jacks? Winner has to buy the drinks. I’m sure a gallon or two of Wild Turkey will numb the pain in Annie’s foot.
Larry: A gallon? You know you’re talking about whisky, not beer?
Pixi: Oh, is that what Wild Turkey is? I didn’t know.
Larry: Not like you’ll be touching it anyway, but I don’t mind. I’ll text Bryan and telling I’m coming with you guys. Oh shit!
Pixi: What?
Larry: What am I going to wear?
Pixi: Oh, so those spray on jeans aren’t going to cut it?
Larry: Oh yeah! Like I can totally rock this, but Bryan’s tall. I need my heels!
Pixi: Ask Grace. She’ll lend you a pair of Louboutins, I bet.
Larry: Yeah, that’s a great idea! I gotta go find her. Oh, so – ah – what are you wearing? I don’t want to be outshone.
Pixi: As if.
(Larry heads over to Pixi’s holdall and quickly rummages through. She pulls out a pair of VERY cropped jeans shorts.)
Larry: Oh, you bitch. You weren’t going to tell either.
Pixi (shrugging): I figured I’d fit in better. It IS Uncle Jack’s and it IS the THC, you know. Plus – ex-dancer here, so I’m really not afraid to flash a little flesh. YOU, will just have to keep Bryan’s eyes on you, won’t you?
Larry: Oh, I can do that, no problem.
Pixi: You know what you can also do?
Larry: No, but I just bet you’re dying to tell me.
Pixi: If you see Candy and Maddox, ask them if they want to come.
Larry: Oh. Oh sure. Of course. Um, sorry I got a bit bitchy there.
Pixi: And I’m sorry if I rained on your parade a bit.
(The two young ladies embrace and briefly hug before Larry makes a hasty exit, just stopping to wave at the door.)
Larry: Love you.
Pixi: Yeah, I love me too. See you later.
(Larry blows a raspberry at Pixi and then disappears. The scene ends as she closes the door behind her.)
Larry: Did you see? Did you see? Bryan’s back!
Pixi: Yes, I saw. He didn’t tell you he was returning?
Larry: No! I should be angry, but I’m just SO pleased to see him and he knows I love surprises. Oh, oh! And did you see the tattoo?
Pixi: Yes, I think everyone saw the tattoo.
Larry: And what about the way he stuck it to DeHaven? That was justice. See how he likes it, the big bully!
Pixi: Yes, I saw that too. I’m not a fan of backstage attacks. (She holds up a hand forestalling Larry's outburst). Yes, I know that’s EXACTLY what happened to you, but two wrongs don’t make a right. If I have a problem with someone, I’ll tell them to their face and THEN beat the stupid out of them. I don’t need surprise attacks, I’m fast enough without.
Larry: Well, maybe that’s where you’re going wrong. You need to make an impact, send a clear statement and that’s what Bryan did. By attacking DeHaven like that he’s showing EVERYONE that cowardly attacks just aren’t worth it. PLUS, he’s showing that he’s prepared to do whatever it takes to get the job done.
Pixi: Oh. Whatever, as in burn someone’s bus to the ground? Explode a truck? Those are not good things to do.
Larry: You can’t preach at me. Silence here, remember. I’m not afraid to push the envelope and I’m certainly NOT going to find any fault in what Bryan did. FOR ME.
Pixi: And himself. You just said that.
Larry: Yeah, well, that’s okay too. You can’t expect me to begrudge him that.
Pixi: No, Larry, I don’t. Honestly. Look, I’m super pleased that Bryan’s back. I’m pleased for you too, but I’m not going to be a hypocrite and say it’s okay for Bryan to do one thing and not okay if say, Bishop, does more or less the dame thing.
Larry (smiling broadly): Yeah, look at you, all principled and everything. So out of character.
Pixi: Yeah, right. So, are you – and Bryan? - coming along to Uncle Jacks? Winner has to buy the drinks. I’m sure a gallon or two of Wild Turkey will numb the pain in Annie’s foot.
Larry: A gallon? You know you’re talking about whisky, not beer?
Pixi: Oh, is that what Wild Turkey is? I didn’t know.
Larry: Not like you’ll be touching it anyway, but I don’t mind. I’ll text Bryan and telling I’m coming with you guys. Oh shit!
Pixi: What?
Larry: What am I going to wear?
Pixi: Oh, so those spray on jeans aren’t going to cut it?
Larry: Oh yeah! Like I can totally rock this, but Bryan’s tall. I need my heels!
Pixi: Ask Grace. She’ll lend you a pair of Louboutins, I bet.
Larry: Yeah, that’s a great idea! I gotta go find her. Oh, so – ah – what are you wearing? I don’t want to be outshone.
Pixi: As if.
(Larry heads over to Pixi’s holdall and quickly rummages through. She pulls out a pair of VERY cropped jeans shorts.)
Larry: Oh, you bitch. You weren’t going to tell either.
Pixi (shrugging): I figured I’d fit in better. It IS Uncle Jack’s and it IS the THC, you know. Plus – ex-dancer here, so I’m really not afraid to flash a little flesh. YOU, will just have to keep Bryan’s eyes on you, won’t you?
Larry: Oh, I can do that, no problem.
Pixi: You know what you can also do?
Larry: No, but I just bet you’re dying to tell me.
Pixi: If you see Candy and Maddox, ask them if they want to come.
Larry: Oh. Oh sure. Of course. Um, sorry I got a bit bitchy there.
Pixi: And I’m sorry if I rained on your parade a bit.
(The two young ladies embrace and briefly hug before Larry makes a hasty exit, just stopping to wave at the door.)
Larry: Love you.
Pixi: Yeah, I love me too. See you later.
(Larry blows a raspberry at Pixi and then disappears. The scene ends as she closes the door behind her.)