ILaidler
League Member
(The scene opens inside the hotel room. Pete and the receptionist lie in bed with the blanket over them hiding the receptionist’s assets! They are naked and their clothes are scattered on the floor. They have their arms around eachother.)
PH: hehe.
RECEPTIONIST: What?
PH: What is your name?
RECEPTIONIST: Gem.
PH: This is mad.
RECEPTIONIST: I know. It’s your fault! (laughs)
PH: Excuse me?! MY fault?! How the ##### can it be my fault?!
RECEPTIONIST: Only joking. Well, I guess, it’s time for me to get back to work.
PH: Awww. Do you have to? Can’t stay just another five minutes?
RECEPTIONIST: Nope. Afraid not. You don’t want me to get in trouble now, do you? (kissing Pete on the cheek.)
PH: I guess that is your way of telling me to get my ass out of here!
RECEPTIONIST: You can stay here if you want to. You’ll have to pay for the room though.
PH: (disappointed sigh.) I better go. Got any paper anywhere?
RECEPTIONIST: (rummaging through her uniform pockets. Moments later she passes Pete a notebook and pen.) There you go.
PH: I’ll give you my mobile number. Want to go for a drink tonight?
RECEPTIONIST: If you’re paying!
PH: Hehehe. If I must.
RECEPTIONIST: You can treat me to a nice meal!
PH: Okaaaay. What time?
RECEPTIONIST: I finish at seven. Meet me here at seven?
PH: Yeah. Sure.
RECEPTIONIST: You married?
PH: Mmmmmm.
RECEPTIONIST: Truthfully. Are you married?
PH: I’m in the middle of going through a divorce. Why?
RECEPTIONIST: Just that we’ve shared a bed together that’s all. We’ve…done it…together!
PH: Hehehe. So?!
RECEPTIONIST: How do you think your wife would feel if she knew you were sleeping with other women?
PH: She’s not my wife. Not anymore. Or she won’t be for much longer.
RECEPTIONIST: Relationships suck, huh?!
PH: Not if you find the right one.
RECEPTIONIST: Why are you getting divorced?…if you don’t mind me asking?
PH: When I was put out of work when UWF went down, she said she wanted to leave me.
RECEPTIONIST: Why?
PH: Because she say’s that we’d have no money coming in.
RECEPTIONIST: Hmph. Charming.
PH: Too damn right. So, I’m not letting her just think she’s won. I’ve filed for divorce.
RECEPTIONIST: Good on you!
PH: Thankyou. Anyway. You better get back to work. (Handing her his mobile number.) Here. Call me.
RECEPTIONIST: Thanks. Will do. We better get out of here.
(Pete and the receptionist get ready and leave the hotel room, and make their way towards the lift.)
PH: You know anywhere decent to go to?
RECEPTIONIST: There is this place just opened in town, Milano’s. Heard of it?
PH: Hmmmm. It rings a bell. It’s next to Lady Lee’s clothes shop, isn’t it?
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah. The food is said to be ace.
PH: I haven’t had Italian for a while. It’ll make a nice change.
RECEPTIONIST: Go for a pizza, or Bolognese?
PH: It’s entirely your call. I’ll let you think of that for the rest of the afternoon. Think of something nice.
(They call for the lift.)
RECEPTIONIST: Got any kids?
PH: Nope. But don’t worry.
RECEPTIONIST: No, it’s ok. I’m not worrying. I just want to know, I don’t want to be taking someone’s daddy away from them.
(The lift arrives and they enter it.)
PH: You’re not. Ground?
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah.
(The lift doors close.)
FADE TO BLACK
TO BE CONTINUED
PH: hehe.
RECEPTIONIST: What?
PH: What is your name?
RECEPTIONIST: Gem.
PH: This is mad.
RECEPTIONIST: I know. It’s your fault! (laughs)
PH: Excuse me?! MY fault?! How the ##### can it be my fault?!
RECEPTIONIST: Only joking. Well, I guess, it’s time for me to get back to work.
PH: Awww. Do you have to? Can’t stay just another five minutes?
RECEPTIONIST: Nope. Afraid not. You don’t want me to get in trouble now, do you? (kissing Pete on the cheek.)
PH: I guess that is your way of telling me to get my ass out of here!
RECEPTIONIST: You can stay here if you want to. You’ll have to pay for the room though.
PH: (disappointed sigh.) I better go. Got any paper anywhere?
RECEPTIONIST: (rummaging through her uniform pockets. Moments later she passes Pete a notebook and pen.) There you go.
PH: I’ll give you my mobile number. Want to go for a drink tonight?
RECEPTIONIST: If you’re paying!
PH: Hehehe. If I must.
RECEPTIONIST: You can treat me to a nice meal!
PH: Okaaaay. What time?
RECEPTIONIST: I finish at seven. Meet me here at seven?
PH: Yeah. Sure.
RECEPTIONIST: You married?
PH: Mmmmmm.
RECEPTIONIST: Truthfully. Are you married?
PH: I’m in the middle of going through a divorce. Why?
RECEPTIONIST: Just that we’ve shared a bed together that’s all. We’ve…done it…together!
PH: Hehehe. So?!
RECEPTIONIST: How do you think your wife would feel if she knew you were sleeping with other women?
PH: She’s not my wife. Not anymore. Or she won’t be for much longer.
RECEPTIONIST: Relationships suck, huh?!
PH: Not if you find the right one.
RECEPTIONIST: Why are you getting divorced?…if you don’t mind me asking?
PH: When I was put out of work when UWF went down, she said she wanted to leave me.
RECEPTIONIST: Why?
PH: Because she say’s that we’d have no money coming in.
RECEPTIONIST: Hmph. Charming.
PH: Too damn right. So, I’m not letting her just think she’s won. I’ve filed for divorce.
RECEPTIONIST: Good on you!
PH: Thankyou. Anyway. You better get back to work. (Handing her his mobile number.) Here. Call me.
RECEPTIONIST: Thanks. Will do. We better get out of here.
(Pete and the receptionist get ready and leave the hotel room, and make their way towards the lift.)
PH: You know anywhere decent to go to?
RECEPTIONIST: There is this place just opened in town, Milano’s. Heard of it?
PH: Hmmmm. It rings a bell. It’s next to Lady Lee’s clothes shop, isn’t it?
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah. The food is said to be ace.
PH: I haven’t had Italian for a while. It’ll make a nice change.
RECEPTIONIST: Go for a pizza, or Bolognese?
PH: It’s entirely your call. I’ll let you think of that for the rest of the afternoon. Think of something nice.
(They call for the lift.)
RECEPTIONIST: Got any kids?
PH: Nope. But don’t worry.
RECEPTIONIST: No, it’s ok. I’m not worrying. I just want to know, I don’t want to be taking someone’s daddy away from them.
(The lift arrives and they enter it.)
PH: You’re not. Ground?
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah.
(The lift doors close.)
FADE TO BLACK
TO BE CONTINUED