2, GIGA CITY - NIGHT
Rallen and Jeena, dressed in formalwear, walk down the city street. They check their appearances on a store window. Jeena turns around to see the front and back of her outfit. She frowns.
JEENA: I dunno, Rallen. I’m afraid I might actually be a little overdressed.
RALLEN: Overdressed? You’ll be fine!
Rallen looks one last time at his and Jeena’s reflection on a store window. He strikes a smug pose.
RALLEN: Damn, we look spankin’ hot!
Passerbys glance at them.
JEENA: (Sigh) See? This is what I was saying! We’ll attract so much attention.
In front of the casino entrance, Zig, Beht and Gorrik, all in casualwear, lean on the building wall. Rallen and Jeena walk towards them.
ZIG: Swimmin’ salamanders, ain’t no way that’s them two space officers!
BEHT: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the prom King and Queen?
OFFICERS: Huh?
GORRIK: Wow, you guys! I can’t believe it! You really DID listen to the boss! You look so formal! Amazing! I’m kinda jealous!
RALLEN: Hang on a second… How come you guys don’t have to dress all fancy?
ZIG: The boss never instructed us to do so, so we didn’t.
GORRIK: And besides! He’s got major dough, so if anything happens, he can get us in! Just like he always does!
RALLEN: Oh, really?
ZIG: Well, howja think we even got here in the first place?
BEHT: Yeah, it’s not like we could easily get through the spaceport’s security without the boss’s… say… assistance.
RALLEN: (Sarcastically) Uhuh, and sure money’s gonna let that whole dress code thing slide, too. You ever considered something called reputation?
JEENA: Something tells me you three haven’t even been to a fancy casino before, despite it being your idea.
ZIG: What? Never been to a casino? Sure we have! A place with all them darn slot machines? A thousand times, ain’t that right, men?
BEHT: Yessir!
GORRIK: Absolutely right! It’s true! 100%!
JEENA: Ohhh boy… If this were anywhere else, fine, but I don't think your boss is gonna like this, knowing him.
RALLEN: Speaking of, I guess we wait for Dyrus, now?
JEENA: Yup.
Rallen and Jeena find a nearby bench to wait.
A limo pulls over. Dyrus walks out and dusts his pants. Eventually, Neal – wearing a suit – runs out excitedly.
NEAL: Wowee! That was incredible! Can you believe it, my first time inside of a limo?! It’s like a disco in there! That was so cool! Oh, and you said Rallen and Jeena would be here, right? Right?
DYRUS: (Ignoring Neal) I know, I know Neal, you’re poor, now shut up. Hmm… Where are those two dweeby planetary patrol officers…?
NEAL: You know, Dyrus, I’m surprised you’re being so kind all of a sudden! I’m guessing you finally understand, now. How you shouldn’t exploit ancient artifacts, or anything cool like that. Oh man, this will be my first “boys night” ever! Well, even if Jena’s here, but she’s one of us!
DYRUS: Would you quiet?!
Zig, Beht and Gorrik squint at Neal and Dyrus.
ZIG: (To Beht and Gorrik) Darn explorer – not a penny to his name and he’s wearin’ the sharpest suit in the city.
BEHT: Wow…
GORRIK: Aww man… You don’t think the boss will like him better than us, will he–
Dyrus sees Zig, Beht and Gorrik. He storms up to them.
DYRUS: Oh my God. What in the HELL is this?!
ZIG: Anythin’ the problem, Boss?
DYRUS: Do you three have ANY idea where we’re going?!
ZIG: This casino, Boss!
DYRUS: Then why do you look like you found your clothes from my uncle’s dumpster?!
ZIG: These are our normal outfits, Boss!
DYRUS: Of course they are! I betcha none of you showered before this evening, too! I could smell ya from two planets away! Now, scram! And I don’t want to see you again until you’re dressed for the occasion!
Dyrus holds up a fist.
DYRUS: Or else!
ZIG: Y-Yikes! You got it, Boss.
BEHT: Yessir.
GORRIK: Understood! Got it! Roger that!
Zig, Beht and Gorrik run away to the nearest bus stop. From that bus stop, Gorrik insecurely looks back at everyone, then away. Neal stands awkwardly. Rallen and Jeena look at each other and snicker.
RALLEN: Hah! Good thing Grant doesn’t chew us out as badly as he does!
JEENA: It’s funny those three are so proudly defiant until Dyrus is around.
RALLEN: Ha! Now you have literally no excuse to not wanna be here. It’s like free comedy!
JEENA: (Reluctantly) Ah, fine. Guess I’ll treat myself, even if it means hanging out with that corporate jerk.
Neal runs to Rallen and Jeena. Dyrus walks behind him.
NEAL: Rallen! Jeena! Is that you?
RALLEN: Neal! Hey!
NEAL: Holy crap, you guys look fantastic!
DYRUS: (To the officers) Hmph. At least you two had the competence to listen to me.
Dyrus hands each Rallen, Jeena and Neal a few wads of money.
DYRUS: Now, the three of you, follow me. Let’s head on inside.
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