Looking for Completion - the Looking Movie!

Act III Scene Nine

A week and a half later, Wednesday evening Patrick, Dom and Agustin are sitting in Dom's living room, drinking beers.

(Dom raises his beer bottle in salute to Patrick)

Dom: To your last week of freedom. Congratulations Paddy, you made it.

(Agustin and Patrick raise their beers in salute)

Agustin: The long wait is over. Your hero is returning.

Patrick: (grinning) About fucking time.

(Agustin rolls his eyes)

Agustin: It was six fricking weeks. I've had blackouts that lasted longer than that.

Patrick: Indeed. I remember. 

Dom: Ahhhh... the good old days of our youth.

Agustin: (raising his bottle again) To being a responsible adult. Which doesn't suck balls nearly as badly as I thought it might.

Dom: I'll drink to that. Is he arriving Friday or Saturday morning.

Patrick: I don't think he's booked his flight yet. (grimacing) And I haven't really spoken to him very much these past couple of days. He's been incredibly busy wrapping things up I think. He's barely had time to text.

Agustin: But you just saw him right? You were up there this weekend.

Patrick: I was, but he pretty much spent all weekend in the office, and I had to leave Sunday evening because I had a meeting first thing Monday, so we haven't really talked much.

(Agustin raises his eyebrows)

Agustin: Why did you even bother going?

Patrick: (blushing) Well, we still had the nights...

Dom: Ahhhh...you let your bodies do the talking. Those are the very best conversations.

Agustin: Wow. That is one expensive booty call.

Patrick:  Well, if you divide the cost of the flight by the number of times we did it, it's actually a pretty cheap rate.

(Agustin laughs)

Dom: Good for you Paddy.

Patrick: Thank you Dom. I can say, hand on heart, it was my pleasure.

Agustin: Jesus. Enough. We get it. Your boyfriend is insatiable, will pay lots of money to fly you up for sex, and he's good at it.

Patrick: Hey! I paid for my own tickets, thank you very much, so if anything, I was the one making the booty call, and he was the call-ee. But yes, he is. Very good.

Agustin: Ugghhh...what happened to the good old days of discretion.

Patrick: Fuck discretion. My boyfriend is hot, sexy and fantastic in bed and he thinks I am too, and I want everyone to know it.

Dom: I'll drink to that too.

Agustin: Yeah, well, the days of desperation sex are over, my friend. Back to plain old vanilla sleeping in the same bed every night sex for you, just the same as for the rest of us.

Patrick: Now THAT, I will drink to.

Dom: 'Desperation sex'. That sounds pretty good.

Agustin: He's good though, right Paddy? Not worried any more or stressed out about you?

Patrick: (grimacing) I think so. He wouldn't really talk about it, but the constant phone calls and the lengthy accounting of every movement kind of died down mid way, so I'm hoping we can put that behind us.