In another unison, Hope and Mickey break the kiss and face the audience:
The next dialogue is all TO THE AUDIENCE:
HOPE: The chemistry was electric, it was --
MIKEY: -- HOT! Burning flames hot. Fireworks hot. Her lips were soft but --
HOPE: -- His tongue was wild. Looping around mine like it was a snake or --
MICKEY: -- Something fierce! Never felt such passion in a kiss.
HOPE: Never kissed a man without knowing his name.
MICKEY: In love making... sure! But in a kiss!?
HOPE: Does that make me a slut? Wait, no.
MICKEY: Must be what it's like between souls mates.
HOPE: I shouldn't use that word. It's sexist.
MICKEY: I bet she's wondering the same thing.
HOPE: Shouldn't use 'Should' either. My therapist says.
MICKEY: We're so in sync. Like sparks from the same star dust!
HOPE: Oh to hell with words! Who cares!? It's all semantics!
MICKEY: Be still my heart for I have found my Julietta!
HOPE: I'll be a fucking SLUT if I want to be!
They turn to face each other:
MICKEY: That was...
MICKEY: ...Very good.
Hope notices the dog nearby staring menacingly.
HOPE: Was he... watching?
MICKEY: He likes to watch. It's a dog thing.
MICKEY: Does it bother you? I can put him down if it bothers you.
MICKEY: No, not like THAT! Jesus I mean... Steel! SIT. SIT down. SIT!
The dog obliges.
MICKEY: He looks a little scary but he's actually a teddy bear. Very gentle heart. Nothing to be scared of. He won't bite you, honest.
HOPE: I'm not scared.
HOPE: I'm allergic.
Hearing that - Mickey gives an 'Oh, SHIT' look to the audience.
To Be Continued...
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman