Maybe a little Two shot regarding Dakin and Irwin…

Plot: Dakin is home for the holidays, and reconnects with the "important people in his life." A cliché plot, I know. This is complete and rampant speculation about Dakin's family and lifestyle. I don't know what is/isn't covered in the play; I have only seen the film version. I also made up Scripps name although on this site it is listed as a D. If anyone knows it, I will correct it. Thanks!

Dakin was bored. He loathed to admit it; after all only boring people are bored and Stuart Dakin was certainly not boring.

It was day three of the Christmas holidays, and so far the holidays had been dismal.

Day one's highlights had included taking a hot bath and his parents grilling him about school; everything from his marks to which clubs he had joined. On day two, he had been bored enough to open his books, leading his mother to gush over what a productive and obviously so intelligent boy she had raised.

Obviously she hadn't caught his mental memos that he couldn't stand her and his father any longer, and was seeking solitude in his schoolbooks. As he had always done.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. He was going insane in this house. He stared at the phone intently for a moment before dialing the number of someone he knew was home, probably also going mad.

"David? What's going on, mate?"

He grimaced as he realized he had called Scripps by his first name

"Well Stuart, I am just enjoying the end of term. Yourself?"

"What are your plans for this evening?" He said, deciding to get right to the point.

"Parents driving you mad?" Scripps said, surprisingly sympathetic. Before Dakin could respond an enthusiastic affirmative, Scripps continued.

"I wasn't doing anything, we can go to the pub, grab a bite. Seven work for you?"

"Absolutely mate."

"Right, see you then."

Dakin made to say something but the words would not come out and Scripps had hung up anyway. He glanced at his watch, groaning.

Two-thirty. It was going to be a long afternoon.