Lights up. We are in an apartment party—that is to say a party going on in an apartment. It is Halloween, or very near it. While the apartment is a decent size it seems cramped with the dozens of people, many made larger by their costumes. Every person is holding a drink, and the floor and furniture shows the evidence that they've held many more. An upbeat holiday song is playing.
I've gotten there late and I'm trying to catch up. I've been talking to friends and meeting a few new people, but I keep seeing you across the apartment. I keep thinking and over-thinking what casual and clever thing I could say to start a conversation. Eventually, after the friend you were talking to leaves, and after probably too much time has passed, I walk over to you.
ME: Hi, how's it going?
YOU: [walks away]
ME: We'll talk later then?
Black out. End of scene.
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