INT. APARTMENT - DAY
KALE HADID (19) medium build, brown hair, Aboriginal, stands in his kitchen and takes off his silver ring. He heads out.
INT. BAR - NIGHT
Dim, old and unpopular was Kale's choice for a watering hole to drown his sorrows. The bar is almost empty. He plans to say his final farewell to his best friend, the bartender.
NORA HUNTER (20) medium build, brown hair, Aboriginal, sits at a bar slamming shots of whiskey, planning her revenge.
NORA
BARTENDER! Pour me another one, will ya.
BARTENDER (30) tall, blond hair, medium build stands behind the bar drying beer glasses and hesitates to answer Nora back. He puts her order of French fries on the counter.
He turns his back on her and wipes down dusty whiskey bottles from the bar on the wall.
NORA
Really? DIPSTICK... Pour me another drink. Don't make me go back there and grab it myself.
WAITER
WHAT? Go ahead and kill your liver. Just leave me a TIP... but wait, aren't your people ALCOHOL INTOLERANT?
PISSED, Nora walks around the bar, stands beside the waiter then KNOCKS her order of French fries into the air.
She KNOCKS HIM DOWN and LUNGES INTO HIM.
BLOOD SPLATTERS up into the air and lands all over his green camouflage t-shirt and rugged, old jeans.
His SCREAMING dies with him. Nora takes his trucker's baseball cap off and plops it on her head, proudly.
She STANDS UP, bloody hands, GRABS a fry, BENDS down and DIPS it into his corpse.
She ADMIRES the GOO on her fry and LIFTS it into her mouth ready to savor her FIRST TASTE of his blood.
NORA
Ewwww. Gross. He's a fucking smoker. Nasty carcinogens!
In her hand is a WOODEN STAKE. She pulls out a KNIFE and starts to carve the tip. Wooden debris falls onto a photo of her and what appears to be her boy friend, KALE HADID.
Nora HEARS Kale's faint heartbeat.
She holds her chest and grimaces.
Very slowly, she turns around.
KALE KICKS the jukebox then finds an empty bar stool. Nora STANDS behind the bar looking at Kale.
Nora puts APRON on, pours him a drink and puts it down in front of him.
She INDIAN DUCK LIPS it in direction to him full of concern.
Nora
What's wrong, Hun?
KALE
I want to die.
NORA hops onto the bar, SWINGING her feet back and forth with a toothpick in hand and picks her teeth.
NORA
I can help you if you would like...
KALE
Yeah, I don't think so. I just want to be left alone right now. (Beat) I just buried my girl friend, so unless you can resurrect the dead, leave me alone.
NORA
Better be careful of what you wish for...
Nora picks her teeth clean with her talon and bites into her own flesh. She bends over, nonchalantly, and squeezes her venom into Kale's glass.
YOU ARE READING
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