John and Devon, middle of party. Devon is dressed as a lounge singer; John is dressed in white navy dress uniform, has a cigar in his mouth, hat under right arm.]
++Discussion is about relationships, it breaks from the abstract with Devon’s line:++
God, imagine if we actually tried picking people up?
I’ve tried. It’s entertaining, then all of a sudden they expect to sleep with you.
I’m going for it. He’s cute like people like. [takes a pull on beer.]
I think he looked over here once or twice. [left hand into jacket pocket]
What are my odds? Objectively.
[John pulls Ziggy out of coat pocket. Devon takes another pull, shoots a smile across the room. John Punching buttons. Slaps unit, punitive glare on face.]
Oh, boy. [walks out of frame]
[Adam steps into frame, dressed as Han Solo. Next frame is over john & adam’s shoulders from back, they’re slightly out of focus, Devon is across room talking to guy, who’s dressed as Peter Pan.]
You told her the odds? Never tell her the odds.