Perspective.

MIDNIGHT DRIVE

[LAS VEGAS, MIDNIGHT]

The middle of nowhere.

The cold desert away from Vegas, 12:37 AM.

Two fellas, rollin in their Chevy, Smoking joints, With the radio on.

RADIO HOST #1
"Alright, We'll be right back with your favorite 70's funky hits in a bit, But for now, We've got just the event for you Vegas party rockers!"

RADIO HOST #2
"That's right, For all you enologists out there, Or whatever ploppity name you wanna refer yourself as, We've got ourself a wine tasting event just down East Vegas! And here's the best part, It's free!"

RADIO HOST #1
"Ain't that news? But yeah, You heard him, it's free! So come on down and get yourself a classy glass of wine!"

RADIO HOST #2
"Now back to your favorite 70's hits..."

The two fellas, Still drivin, and still burnin their joints.

TED
"Why the fuck do people even like wine? Tastes like piss."

STEVE
"Wine tastes like piss?"

TED
"Yup."

Continued smokin their joints.

STEVE
"How do you know if wine tastes like piss?"

TED
"I just do."

STEVE
"Huh..."

Ted rolled the window down and threw his joint away.

STEVE
"So...Wanna head there?"

TED
"Where?"

STEVE
"Wine tasting thingy."

A long pause from Ted.

TED
"You wanna head to the wine thingy?"

STEVE
"Yeah, why not? Free wine."

Again, A long pause from Ted.

TED
"...Fine, Fuck it."

STEVE
"Alright!"

Steve then turned the wheel around and went South.

[MOMENTS LATER]

None of them's striked a conversation.

TED
"Are we not gonna talk, For like the whole ride there, Man?"

STEVE
"I don't know, You come up with a topic, I've got nothing to say dude."

TED
"Fine, Uh...What?"

STEVE
"You're asking me? I thought you were the one who's gonna come up with a topic."

TED
"Well, I mean, What am i supposed to say, I mean, You're the one who told me to come up with something."

STEVE
"Hit me, Man, Anything, Literally anything i'm up for it."