|sketch (n): dialogue between exactly two characters, usually to illustrate their relationship, with as much or as little stage direction as appropriate for the given characters|
|Angelo-Ruby Angelo-Mike Anna-Eric Anna-Rags Anna-Tony |
Ruby: *immediately tenses* Where are you going?
Angelo: The Wheel.
Ruby: Can I come with you?
Angelo: *indifferent* Whatever you like.
Ruby: *desperately* But do you mind?!
Angelo: *not really paying much attention* Doesn't matter.
Ruby: *gets in his face, growls* Answer the f—ing question.
Angelo: *staring in complete astonishment* God, Rube, what's gotten into you?
Ruby: *heatedly* I'm just sick of being treated like furniture!
Angelo: *utterly lost, but at once determined to bring the perpetrator to justice* Who's been treating you like furniture?
Ruby: You do!
Angelo: *...no words to describe his confusion...* Oh?
Ruby: *spluttering, coming close to hitting him* Like a... like a damned lightswitch.
Ruby: *rolls right over him* On, off. Up-down. Doin' my job. No *swings at him* feelings!
Angelo: *catches her hand and holds her* Ruby.
Ruby: *falling hard* Yes?
Angelo: Sit down. I'm making you coffee.
Ruby: *forcefully* No, let's go get a drink.
Ruby: I need a stiff drink.
Angelo: *finally sure of something* The last thing you need is a stiff drink.
Ruby: *knows he's right, but she has the upper hand anyway* Please?
Angelo: *in no position to argue* ...Fine, but this wasn't my idea.
Ruby: I'll put that on the record.
Angelo: *under his breath* Good Lord.
Ruby: *sharply* What was that?
Angelo: *wisely* Nothing.
[Suggested illustration: a very angry Ruby taking a swing at Angelo, Angelo recoiling with a look of pure astonishment.]
Angelo: We're done for the day.
Mike: *after a pause* Oh.
Angelo: Now what do we do?
Mike: Don't know about you, but I'm going to get drunk.
Angelo: Sounds good to me. Meet you at the Spiked Wheel in an hour.
Mike: Where are you going now?
Angelo: Out.vMike: Uh-oh. I know that tone of voice.
Angelo: *soft groan* Not now, Mike...
Mike: Ange, there's more to the afterlife than brooding.
Angelo: *humorous* There is?
Mike: *firmly* Stop that. Come on, let's grab us some drinks.
Angelo: Later. I have something to do.
Mike: Such as mope around in dark corners?
Angelo: ...Shut up.
Mike: I know you too well.
Angelo: Look, just meet me at the Wheel. I'll come later.
Mike: *reluctantly* Okay. –Ange?
Mike: Don't think too deep.
Angelo: *bowing* Your wish is my attempt.
Mike: Good boy. See ya later, Ange.
Angelo: *echo* See ya.
[Suggested illustration: Angelo slowing in mid-stride, looking slightly over his shoulder, Mike with his hand on Angelo's shoulder, looking concerned.]