5, CASINO - NIGHT
Zig, Beht and Gorrik peer past a wall near the casino entrance. The bouncer squints at them.
BEHT: I don’t think he likes us.
GORRIK: Oh no! I bet that bouncer thinks we’re really being shady! We’re in a pinch, now!
ZIG: You morons, don’t let him know you said that! Now, let’s go.
Zig, Beht and Gorrik walk to the bouncer.
ZIG: Hey there, sir! We’re with the boss– I mean, a man named Dyrus. Apparently he’s a regular here.
BOUNCER: Eh? Dyrus who?
BEHT: Specifically speaking: square face, long-ish blonde hair, sideburns, tall, robust…
ZIG: Shaddap Beht! I do the talkin’ here! Now… The b– Dyrus, CEO of Dyrus Industries… He came in here with a young man an’ woman, and a lanky blondie with a stupid hat.
GORRIK: I wouldn’t say the hat was stupid, Zig!
ZIG: Oh, would ya quiet?! I’m tryna talk us inside!
BOUNCER: …You do know that the only way in is to match the dress code?
ZIG: Wh… …Ah, what? … Let’s go, then!
BEHT/GORRIK: Okay!
ZIG: But first, sir, have ya seen Dyrus?
BOUNCER: Big Dyrus, eh? Yeah, I know who you’re talking about. He did mention something about three youngsters, and you match the description he told me 100%.
ZIG: Ha! That’s us!
BOUNCER: Well, he never gave me a clue where he’d be, but usually by now he’d be eating something.
ZIG: Heh heh, thanks for the info! Let’s go, men!
BEHT: Yessir!
GORRIK: Yep! Let’s go!
Zig, Beht and Gorrik hurry inside. They freeze in awe.
ZIG: W-What in the hell…?!
BEHT: Wow…
GORRIK: H-Holy cow! Oh my God! No way! I knew this place was a rich people place, but this is nuts!
ZIG: Shut yer pie hole! We’re gonna get ourselves kicked out because of you!
GORRIK: K-Kicked out?
ZIG: We needs to fit in, is why! And to fit in, we gotta be less… us-like.
BEHT: And that means we’ve got to loosen the accents, too. (To Zig) ESPECIALLY you.
ZIG: W-WHAT! B-But… … Tsk…
Zig, Beht and Gorrik see Rallen and Jeena walk away from the restrooms.
GORRIK: Oh! There they are!
They run to the duo.
GORRIK: Heya Rallen! Heya Jeena! We’re here! Arrived!
BEHT: Evening, you two.
ZIG: How do you do, you two good planetary patrol officers?
BEHT/GORRIK: AAAAH!
GORRIK: Zig! Zig! NEVER speak like that again! Never!
BEHT: Change your voice back! Just ignore what I said.
JEENA: W-What happened to him?
ZIG: Bah, it’s nothin’ – forget it! Wanted to cut my tongue off doin’ that… man!
RALLEN/JEENA: …
RALLEN: Aaanyways… Holy crap, you guys! I never expected to see you in suits and ties, like, ever.
JEENA: So that’s what you three look like when you’re well groomed, huh? You look actually pretty neat.
ZIG: Y-Yikes, goddamn! No need to say all that!
BEHT: Heh heh! Somehow these compliments mean a lot more when it comes from you two.
RALLEN: I mean, we did hate you at first. This is a leap from there.
GORRIK: D’aww! Thanks guys for saying such nice things! We barely hear anything like that ever! You’re making us blush!
ZIG: Ahem… Let’s change the subject. Now, where’s the boss?
JEENA: (Sigh) Just talking to Neal over at the restaurant— Oh no! We were supposed to look after him!
RALLEN: Uh oh! We gotta go!
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