The
dining room has closed for the night. The SERVER picks up the plates from the
tables, and carries them to the kitchen. RACHEL, 26, exotically intoxicating,
sneaks into the dining room, waiting for the SERVER to exit the kitchen.
SERVER
My apologies, but
the dining room is now closed mademoiselle.
RACHEL
Shame. I’m still hungry.
RACHEL
gets close to the SERVER and touches him seductively.
SERVER
Ah, you must eat in
small increments to help keep that figure of yours so, Uh—Sorry.
RACHEL
There is nothing to
be sorry for. You’re a man who makes great observations, who has good taste.
SERVER
(Pulling away from her)
I’ll go into the
kitchen and see if I can get you anything.
RACHEL
No need. What I want
is standing right in front me. You’re one hot dish, Server.
RACHEL
gets intimately close to the SERVER.
RACHEL
(CONT’D)
How about you feed me.
RACHEL
attempts to kiss the SERVER, but he immediately pulls away.
SERVER
I’m sorry, but my beep are not on the menu. Now if you’ll
excuse me I have to clean.
RACHEL
Shame. You sure know
how to move it. The way you danced was intoxicating,
spicy, hot. Your hips sure don’t lie.
SERVER
Well I did take—
RACHEL
Yeah, yeah, I was
there. I heard you.
RACHEL
pulls out a business card.
RACHEL
Too bad you were
dancing with the talentless smurf.
SERVER
Hey!
RACHEL
Listen pal, ditch
the smurf (gives him the business card) and I guarantee you you’ll be going
places. And if you want to (gets intimately close to him again) set sail in new
water, you can use my number for that too. Ciao!
RACHEL exits.
The
SERVER stares at the business card.
BLACK OUT.
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