Sketches |
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 |
Angelo: *in passing* 'Night, Ruby. 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. Angelo: Rube— 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. Angelo: But— 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.] |
Mike: Now? 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: Promise? Angelo: Promise. Mike: *reluctantly* Okay. –Ange? Angelo: Yeah? 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.] |