Scene One - The Reason (flashback)
The scene opened up inside of an unfamiliar house. The camera moved through what looks like the dining room and as it passed by a mirror a young Seth Thomas, about sixteen years of age, is seen in the reflection. He exits the dining room to the front hallway where faint yelling can be heard. He moved towards the staircase at the far side and the yelling became understandable.
Woman’s Voice: “Thirteen years of marriage and you throw it all away for that… That slut!?”
Man’s Voice: “Don’t talk to her that way!”
A loud crash was heard.
Man’s Voice: “She did nothing to you!”
Woman’s Voice: “Besides sleeping with my husband!”
Another crash sounded.
Woman’s Voice: “Get out of my house! Get out of my house!”
Yet another crash was heard, this time followed by silence. A young woman came running down the stairs wrapped in a bed sheet. As she passed Seth on the stairs time seemed to slow down and he took a good look at the woman. Short blonde hair. Green eyes. A little brown marking on the right side of her chin, barely noticeable. Time sped up back to normal and Seth made his way to the top of the stairs. He cautiously made his way down the hallway, trying to look into the room at the end of the hall. He approached the doorway and peered his head in.
Man’s Voice: “What the fuck are you looking at!?”
Woman’s Voice: “Charles, no!”
The scene exploded to white.
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Scene 2 - Rude Awakening
The scene opened up to the bedroom of Seth and Jalie Thomas. Jalie was still tangled in the mass of blankets on the bed, wearing a pair of plaid boxers and an oversized Black Sabbath shirt. Seth came walking into the room from the adjoining bathroom with wet hair and wearing a pair of army fatigues. He walked over to the side of he bed and caressed the side of Jalie’s face with the back of his hand. He smiled.
Seth: “I love you…”
Seth looked over to the alarm clock on the end table beside his half of the bed. Seeing it was well after noon, he smirked and looked back down at Jalie.
Seth: “…but this is the only thing that works.”
Seth slowly backed up.
Seth: “Clown.”
In a split second Jalie had leaped to her feet, pulled the knife out from under her pillow and franticly looked around the room. When her eyes fell on a smiling Seth, she threw the knife at him. Knowing the drill, Seth simply stepped to the left and the knife stuck in the wall behind him. With the other markings on the wall it was safe to say this was almost a morning routine.
Seth: “Well good morning, beautiful.”
Seth opened his arms wide and Jalie leaped from the bed and into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he supported her with his hands under her ass. Jalie smiled, seemingly over the rude awakening.
Jalie: “What’s for breakfast?”
She hung her mouth open and began licking her lips.
Seth: “Well, I figured we could go out for lunch, err… Breakfast.”
Seth knew that noon was Jalie’s equivalent to eight o’clock, anything before then simply didn’t exist.
Seth: “So where did you want to go?”
Jalie’s eyes lit up and she drummed her hands on Seth’s shoulders.
Jalie: “Del Taco!”
She leapt from his arms and ran into the bathroom. Seth just stood there and chuckled.
Seth: “That’s my baby…”
The scene faded out.
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Scene 3 - Mmm, My Greasy Taco
The Thomas’ black El Camino pulled into the Del Taco parking lot. Seth emerged from the driver’s side, an unusual sight considering Jalie always insisted on driving the El Camino, but it’s evident why when she climbed out of the passenger seat with a Corona in hand. Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere.
Seth: “So what you want, babe?”
Seth asked as they approached the door. He opened it and she bounced her way inside.
Jalie: “Everything!”
He smirked as he made his way in behind her. Not because he thought it was cute, which it was, but because he knew she was serious.
Girl: “Welcome to Del Taco, can I take your order?”
The girl behind the counter stood there with one of those ‘I’m way too excited to be here’ type smiles. Jalie leaned over and whispered to Seth.
Jalie: “She must be new.”
Girl: “Excuse me…”
The worker interrupted.
Girl: “You’re not allowed to bring that in here.”
She pointed to the beer bottle in Jalie’s hand. Jalie raised it up, along with an eyebrow, and stepped closer to the counter.
Jalie: “Go ahead, take it from me. I dare you.”
She glared over the counter to the worker, who wasn’t sure how to react.
Seth: “I wouldn’t if I were you. Not if you enjoy having function of both arms, anyways.”
He politely warned.
Seth: “Besides, we’re regulars here. Everybody knows Jalie and her little friends.”
Seth stepped forward and put his hands on the counter.
Seth: “Hey Juan, you back there?”
A short Mexican man popped out from around the corner wearing a stained Del Taco shirt and a chef hat. Not that the hat was required, he just enjoyed wearing it.
Juan: “Hey! Como estas, amigos?
He gave them the usual upwards nod.
Juan: “Only one today?”
He asked referring to the bottle in Jalie’s hand.
Juan: “Having a slow day, eh? Or are you just hiding the others in your pockets?
Jalie held the bottle up in the air.
Jalie: “Only one today. I’m trying to quit, you know.”
The three of them burst into laughter, leaving the girl awkwardly standing there. Juan gave another upwards nod and disappeared into the back.
Girl: “So what will it be today?”
She gave a bit of a nervous smile.
Seth: “Go ahead and pick out a table babe, I’ll get this.”
Jalie looked at the girl with a big smile.
Jalie: “Pinche vieja.”
As predicted, the girl had no clue what she said and just stood there. Jalie happily skipped off to begin her extensive process of selecting a table. Seth took a deep breath and looked up at the menu.
Seth: “I’ll get a Macho Burrito Grande with two tacos and a large soda. My wife will get a Macho Burrito Grande, three Macho Burritos, a quesadilla, two green burritos, two red burritos, fourteen tacos and a small soda.”
The girl stared at Seth a little dumbfounded.
Girl: “That will be thirty-five dollars and forty-two cents.”
Seth pulled out his wallet and handed over a couple bills. The girl punched it in and gave him his change along with two cups. He grabbed the cups and smiled, making his way over to the soda fountain. In the midst of getting Jalie a mix of everything he mumbled to himself.
Seth: “What kind of fountain drinks do you have?”
He let out a chuckle and made his way over to the table and sat down across from Jalie.
Seth: “You know, I’m beginning to wonder if all of a sudden we’re trapped inside an episode of Days of Our Lives.”
Jalie raised her eyebrows urging Seth to go on while she sucked away on her straw.
Seth: “And of course Brandi’s at the centre of it all.”
Jalie sat the soda down on the table.
Jalie: “That’s not a far stretch. Although I can‘t say I blame the woman, she’s married to Rick for fuck sakes.”
Seth: “I find it funny how men practically flock to her and yet somehow she wound up with him. She must be getting a little rusty if she couldn’t see his inner pansy shining through.”
Jalie: “I tried to warn her, but she wouldn’t listen to me. I’ve known Rick was a pussy from day one.”
She shrugged her shoulders.
Jalie: “It just took her a little longer to realize it.”
Seth: “Well, she’s back to her usual form.”
Jalie: “So who’s home is she wrecking now?”
Seth: “Well, let’s just say that my dear partner Alex’s promo had fuck all to do with the match. Instead, it consisted of him coming onto Brandi, getting jealous when Josh showed up, then going up to his hotel room with her.”
Jalie: “How the fuck can the man be so full of himself when he can’t do shit in the ring? He lost to Rick. That’s pretty much career suicide there. The only exception I’ve seen is Simon. The only exception.”
Seth: “It didn’t take Karl long to fuck off after he lost to Rick.”
Jalie: “That’s because Karl was hopeless to begin with.”
Seth Thomas: “Somehow Angie managed to do it. Not that it should’ve been very difficult to begin with.”
Seth took a sip of his soda.
Seth: She’s also getting her fun in on the matter. You know how she loves to torment that surgically enhanced Barbie.
Jalie: So is anybody really giving a fuck about the match?
Seth: The only one, really, is Simon. Jimmy’s too busy bickering with Rhiannon about why he was in jail. If she had half the brain power of her sister, she’d know to leave him the fuck alone. Not that I enjoy saying it, but I would appreciate him having his head in the game for once.
The worker walks up to the table with the tray of food.
Girl: Enjoy your meal.
Jalie looks up and glares at her until she goes away. Seth grabs his food and begins to gig in. Jalie grabs a green burrito and nibbles on it.
Seth: And you know, I actually kind of like Simon. In the ring, anyways. He’s a stand up kind of guy and he knows what he’s doing. Outside the ring, however, he’s pushing his luck a little. He had the fucking nerve to say that, although he thought I was good, that I wasn’t as talented as he is.
Jalie: That’s bullshit.
Seth: You know me, I couldn’t care less about what other people think of me. I just find it rather amusing that because I’m holding the Youngblood title that he thinks I’m beneath him. Take Angela, for example. She, too, held the Youngblood title then shortly after beat Rick, which Simon couldn’t do, and became the World champ. Whoop-de-doo. My point is that if he want to underestimate me then he can go right ahead. I’ll just embarrass him in the ring.
Jalie finished her burrito and tossed the wrapper on the mountain of food.
Jalie: I’m full.
She crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. Seth rolled his eyes and yelled for the worker.
Seth: Can we get a bag?
He took another bite of his burrito as the scene faded.