Scene 3

The next scene takes place in a red lit bar. The music is brash, alternative; the people are surprisingly laid back. KAT is sat on a bar stool at the end of the bar as PATRICK walks towards her with some swagger in his step.

PATRICK hands KAT a shot and puts his own down on the bar.

PATRICK

Here.

KAT knocks the shot back in one, slams it back on the bar and runs a hand through her hair. Patrick watches her the entire time.

Done this before?

KAT

No. I obviously watch too much TV.

PATRICK

Right.

He drinks his own shot swiftly.

KAT

My Dad would kill me if he knew I was…

PATRICK

Damn I forgot to put money on that.

PATRICK is leans in casually, close to KAT.

KAT

And to think, you could have won the jackpot tonight.

PATRICK smirks before motioning for the bartender. He orders another round of drinks before turning back to KAT.

PATRICK

Sex followed by shots. Stratford, who'd have thought…

KAT

I've never heard such dazzling sibilance. You sir, are an eloquent young man-

PATRICK

And you, Kat, are flaked.

KAT

Ha, isn't that great. Think about it.

PATRICK

What?

KAT

Flaked.

PATRICK

So you are, problem?

KAT

You could almost use any word in the place of meaning drunk. Like flaked. "Darling, take me home, I'm wallpapered"

PATRICK almost chokes on his drink.

PATRICK

Trust you to analyse the English language while… being wallpapered.

They both laugh.

Okay, last shot. Then we've got to get you home.

KAT downs the shot and winces.

KAT

I can't go home like this.

PATRICK

Where else can I take you other than home?

KAT doesn't say anything, just continues staring straight in front of her, sort of in a daze.

PATRICK begins to lead KAT outside.

KAT

To your place, I can sleep in your bed.

PATRICK

No.

KAT

Ah, come on Patrick. You know we wouldn't get back into my house this late. What is the time anyway?

PATRIRCK

12:45

KAT pauses and paces, slightly tipsy outside the front of the bar

I worry about you thinking when you are sober, never mind-

KAT

I've got it.

PATRICK

Way to go.

KAT

Shut it and listen. I could sleep in the summerhouse,

PATRICK

You have a summerhouse?

KAT

Sure, don't you?

PATRICK

It's not really one of my life achievements to have one.

KAT turns and begins to pace.

KAT

I'd just have to go through the gate and under Bianca's window round the house. Simple.

KAT stops.

Wait. You can't drive that.

She motions to PATRICK who is mounting his motorcycle.

You had 3 or so shots, and whatever else you drank. Ah, my head feels funny.

KAT puts her hands on her and jumps.

PATRICK laughs

Yeah, tequila does that occasionally. Come on, it's only a few blocks away and plus how else are we going to get you home?

KAT

Hmm, I don't know, perhaps on those pair of things attached to our feet that one formally calls 'legs'.

PATRICK

Gosh, you're bitchy when drunk

KAT

Tipsy

PATRICK

You are drunk Kat-

KAT

Only tipsy

PATRICK

Prove it. Walk over there and back.

KAT

Fine. I will.

She begins to walk away, a little unbalanced in her step.

In fact, I'll walk all the way home. Just to prove it.

PATRICK

It's far too late. I'm pretty sure your Dad might put a fist in my face if anything happened to you, given that this is still the same day in which he found us having sex.

KAT is still walking away in slow steps

Well if you agreed to walk with me that could be continued at a later convinence…

PATRICK smirks

Are you bribing me with sex? I thought you feminists were against all that.

KAT

Only for it when it works in our favour. Now come on. Leave your bike and follow me home. Just make sure I don't get pulled into a tree and killed or anything.

PATRICK

Unlikely. I'm more worried you'll hurt someone else.

KAT shouts from the other side of the car park

So you'll come?

PATRICK

Fine...

PATRICK grabs his keys and gets off his motorcycle. He kicks the stand off and pulls it round the side of the bar out of sight and begins to catch KAT who has walked on to the path into the streetlight.


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