Stop Kiss - Scene Eleven

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Wow, it’s really starting to come down now.

That means it’s gonna be hard to get a cab.

We still have time, don’t we?

Not really.

Oh, well, we can be a little late, can’t we?

Sara, I asked you to be here by 5:30

I know, I’m sorry, I lost track of time. Let me just stand next to their radiator for a second.

Is that what you’re wearing?

..Yeah. What?

Nothing.

I mean, is this a dress-up event? What are you wearing?

Just…clothes

Let me see.

It’s just what I wore to my hippie friends wedding.

Let me see? Oh. You look great. Im underdressed.

We dont have time to stop by your place.

Can I borrow something of yours?

Let’s just forget it, I dont want to do.

I thought you had to.

Technically.

Isnt your station getting an award?

They are, Im not.

So do you want to go or not?

I have to.

OK, let’s go. Whats going on.

Nothing.

Why are you still sitting down? Let me see what you’ve got in your closet. Could I wear this?

I wore that to a reception last week.

You did, I didnt.

People will recognize it.

Do you care? Callie, what the hell.

I dont know.

OK. Just tell me. What do you want?

I have to go to this thing

Do you not want me to go? Is that it?

You dont have to go if you dont want to.

Callie, will you say what you want?

I have to go, I have to.

So lets go.

What are you going to wear?

What?

I have to go to this thing….and you’re wearing my clothes?

I’m not going.

Now this.

Im tired, Im underdressed, Im not going to know anyone there except for you — forget it.

Sara I asked you to go to this …….like you were going camping?

You didn’t make it sound like it was a big deal.

An awards ceremony?

If you had wanted me to get dressed up you should’ve told me.

I told you to be here at 5:30, you couldnt manage that.

Whats the big deal — you don’t even like your job.

I dont like my job….wearing something appropiate.

Obviously this is more important that you—

Theres my cue. Im leaving now, I dont care what you do

Yeah go, get chased out of your own apartment again.

What?

Better to plan your life around someone else’s schedule than have to face them and tell them what you have every right—

What do you care? What do you care? This is my apartment—

You’re pathetic, Callie—

Fuck it, Ill stay right here then.

Perfect.

You can leave.

Glad to.

Im busy tomorrow so forget about the museum.

Yeah Im busy too.