Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day

By

Zachary Smith

PAGE 1.  PANEL 1.

A MAN, THOMAS WHITE, SITS AT HIS DESK.  THE OFFICE IS NICE, BUT RATHER BARE.  HE HAS A PACKAGE ON HIS DESK.  HE IS LOOKING AT IT.  ONE OF HIS HANDS IS ON THE SPEAKER BUTTON.

THOMAS:  Blair!  What is this?

BLAIR:  What do you mean, Mr. White?

THOMAS:  On my desk.  What is this?

BLAIR:  …It’s a gift. 

THOMAS:  For what?

BLAIR:  Did you forget what day it is?

THOMAS:  No.

PAGE 1.  PANEL 2.

CHRISTIN HAS OPENED THE BOX.  HE IS HOLDING A WRIST WATCH.  NO DIALOGUE.  HE HAS A SOUR EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE.  HE HAS PUT THE WATCH BACK IN THE BOX.  HE IS SITTING AT HIS DESK STILL.  HE IS LOOKING AT HIS COMPUTER, A CALENDAR ON IT.  THE PHONE RINGS.  NO DIALOGUE.

SOUND FX:  PHONE RINGING.

PAGE 1.  PANEL 3.

THOMAS ANSWERS THE PHONE.  HE IS TALKING TO HIS WIFE.

THOMAS (ON THE PHONE):  Hello.  Yes, Francine.  I’ll be at Gatsby’s in an hour.

                                                     Yes, I haven’t forgotten the day.

PAGE 1.  PANEL 4.

THOMAS STANDS OVER BLAIR’S DESK, A YOUNG GIRL WHO IS VERY EXCITED TO SEE HIM.  WE DO NOT SEE THE TOP PART OF THOMAS’S DESK.  ON THE EDGE OF HER DESK IS BOUQUET OF ROSES.

BLAIR:  Did you like the watch?

DIALOGUE CONT.

THOMAS:  Hmmm…oh.  You shouldn’t be buying me presents?  It doesn’t look

                    appropriate.

BLAIR:  But we—

THOMAS:  Don’t bring that up either.  Are these yours?

PAGE 1.  PANEL 5.

BLAIR LOOKS SURPRISED.  THOMAS IS WALKING PAST HER, TAKING THE FLOWERS.

BLAIR:  Yes, well no, I didn’t want them—

THOMAS: Good, I’ll take them.

BLAIR:  Okay.  Are you going to call me—

THOMAS:  No.

PAGE 2.  PANEL 1.

BLAIR IS SITTING ON HER COUCH AT HER APARTMENT, IN HER PAJAMAS, ON THE PHONE.  THERE IS A KNOCK AT HER DOOR.

BLAIR:  He just took the flowers and walked out.  Meeting his wife.  Yeah, didn’t even

               mention my watch.  I’ll call you back, there’s someone at the door.

PAGE 2.  PANEL 2.

BLAIR OPENS THE DOOR, THERE IS STEEL GRATING SEPERATING HER FROM THE GUEST.  A YOUNG MAN, HOLDING A GIFT BAG, AND A BOTTLE OF WINE.

BLAIR:  Hi Jay.  Come in.

JAY:  Thought you might have forgot about me.  Did you like the flowers?

PAGE 2.  PANEL 3.

BLAIR IS GOING THROUGH THE BAG. 

BLAIR:  Yeah, they were nice.  Thank you.

JAY:  Here you go.

BLAIR:  Jay!  You really shouldn’t have.  I…I didn’t get you anything.

JAY:  Oh…yeah, that’s fine.

BLAIR:  My favorite, Sleepless in Seattle. 

PAGE 2.  PANEL 4.

JAY IS OPENING THE BOTTLE OF WINE.  BLAIR IS UNWRAPPING THE DVD PACKAGING. 

JAY:  I didn’t think you’d be in you pajamas already.  Want to watch that movie?

BLAIR:  Sure, we’ll have a couple drinks, and we can watch it until I fall asleep.  I’m

               pretty tired.

JAY:  Okay, that works.

PAGE 2.  PANEL 5.

CREDITS ARE ROLLING ON THE T.V. SCREEN.  BLAIR IS CRYING.

BLAIR:  That movie always makes me cry.  Well, I gotta get some sleep.  Thanks for

                coming by.

DIALOGUE CONT.

JAY:  Um yeah, no problem.  Maybe this weekend we can go out, catch a movie at the theatre.

BLAIR:  Oh, I don’t know.  My schedule has been super hectic.  We’ll see. 

PAGE 2.  PANEL 6.

BLAIR GIVES JAY A HUG.  THE EMPTY WINE BOTTLE SITS ON THE TABLE.

BLAIR:  Have a good night.

JAY:  You too.

PAGE 2.  PANEL 7.

BLAIR IS THROWING THE WINE BOTTLE AWAY.  NO DIALOGUE.

PAGE 3.  PANEL 1.

JAY IS DOWNING A DRINK AT THE BAR HE WORKS AT.  RACKS OF ALCOHOL AND BARTENDERS BEHIND THE BAR, AND CUSTOMERS, SPECIFICALLY COUPLES, SURROUND HIM.

ROSALINE (OFF PANEL):  Shitty night?

JAY (MOUTH FULL OF DRINK):  HMMMMPHH…

PAGE 3.  PANEL 2.

ROSALINE HAS ANOTHER DRINK READY FOR JAY.  WE SEE THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, AND THE FRONT OF HER, LEANING OVER THE BAR, SMILING.

JAY:  You’ve no idea, Rosaline.  Chick didn’t even get me anything.  I thought…I don’t

           know.  I thought since we had sex, maybe we were a little more.

ROSALINE:  That’s too bad.  Maybe you just need to find someone who appreciates

                       you, for you.  You know?  Maybe after this, we can crack open that bottle

                       of wine I got you and—

PAGE 3.  PANEL 3.

JAY RAISES HIS HANDS IN CONFUSION AND ANGER.  ROSALINE HAS TURNED AROUND TO WIPE THE BAR WHERE THERE IS NO SPILL.

JAY:  We drank it, didn’t even get a thank you.  I mean, I know you spent some good

          money on it, that winemaker isn’t cheap.  She didn’t even appreciate it.

ROSALINE:  Completely oblivious, huh?

JAY:  Totally.  I can’t believe I had you cover my shift so I could waste my time with

           her.  Waste of time and money. 

PAGE 3.  PANEL 4.

ROSALINE GOES TO REFILL JAY’S DRINK.  HE MOTIONS WITH HIS HAND THAT HE IS DONE.

JAY:  Done.  I’m going to go home and get drunk.  Thanks again for the wine.  You

          really shouldn’t have spent that much, the agreement was for everyone to spend

          ten bucks.

ROSALINE:  Well, I knew you liked that producer, and that Pinot is rare, so…

JAY:  You’re the best, you know that.

PAGE 3.  PANEL 5.

JAY PATS ROSALINE ON THE HAND. 

DIALOGUE CONT.

JAY:  If you need me to work for you, name it.

ROSALINE:  Maybe we could go out sometime.

JAY:  Yeah, we’ll get the whole group together, it’ll be fun.  Later.

PAGE 3.  PANEL 6.

JAY IS EXITING.  ROSALINE THROWS THE DRINK GLASS JAY WAS USING INTO THE DIRTY DISHES BIN.  HER FACE IS ANGRY.  NO DIALOGUE.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 1. 

ROSALINE IS POURING HERSELF TWO SHOTS.  COMING IN FROM OFF THE PANEL IS A HAND, AND ON THE BAR IS A BOUQUET OF ROSES.

FRANCINE (OFF PANEL):  Guy troubles?  I hope that’s not all for you.

ROSALINE:   What?  Oh, yeah.  I mean no.  No guy troubles, I mean not really.  It’s not

                         his fault he’s so dense.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 2.

FRANCINE SITS AT THE BAR, OWNER OF THE HAND AND ROSES, BIG BUXOM BRUNETTE WITH AN EQUALLY LARGE SMILE.  SHE AND ROSALINE ARE SHAKING HANDS.

FRANCINE:  They’re all dense beyond belief.  My name is Francine. 

ROSALINE:  Rosaline.  Nice to meet you.  You want to help me with these?

FRANCINE:  Sure. 

PAGE 4.  PANEL 3.

EMPTY SHOT GLASSES ARE ON THE BAR.

ROSALINE:  Really expensive bottle of wine and he wastes it on this tramp. 

FRANCINE:  At least she got a genuine gift.  My husband stole his secretary’s flowers from her. 

ROSALINE:  Ha!  Did he leave the card in there?

FRANCINE:  Give her the grand prize Trabeck.  He’s on the phone, with someone whom

                       I’m pretty sure is his mistress.  This has just been a banner day.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 4.

THOMAS COMES AROUND THE CORNER, NO PHONE.  FRANCINE IS WRITING SOMETHING ON A NAPKIN AS HE COMES TOWARDS THE TWO OF THEM.

THOMAS:  Sorry dear, that was a very important client.

FRANCINE:  I’m sure. 

THOMAS:  Say bye to your new friend.  We need to go.

FRANCINE:  Here you go.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 5.

ROSALINE LOOKS AT THE 20 DOLLAR BILL SHE WAS HANDED AS A TIP AND IN IT IS A NAPKIN. WITH A MESSAGE ON IT.

TEXT ON THE NAPKIN:  He can have his fun, so can I.  Call me.  555-0134.

                                             P.S. for the lovely rose.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 6.

A SINGLE ROSE IS LEFT ON THE BAR.  NO DIALOGUE.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 7.

THE ROSE AND NOTE ARE BEING THROWN AWAY BY A SAD ROSALINE.  NO DIALOGUE.

THE END

Hook up

Hook up

By

Zachary Smith

PAGE 1.  PANEL 1.

A CELLPHONE IS IN A HAND, A TEXT MESSAGE IS ON IT. 

TEXT MESSAGE:  “UR sweet, I’m just not looking for anything right now.  We’ll talk

                                   later.”

PAGE 1.  PANEL 2.

OUR PROTAGONIST, JACOB, TALL, BEARDED, SHAGGY HAIR, AVERAGE BUILD, NOT THIN.  HE WEARS A HOODED SWEAT SHIRT AND LONG SHORTS, IS LOOKING AT HIS CELLPHONE AT THE BAR OF A PUB.  HIS FRIEND, CURTIS, SPIKED HAIR, JACKET, JEANS,  HAS HIS BACK TO THE BAR, HE IS LEANING AGAINST IT.  BEER BOTTLE IN ONE HAND.

CURTIS:  Fuck her, Jacob.  You just gotta quit being so nice to them, they don’t deserve

                 it.  Bitches take advantage of it everytime.

JACOB:  That’s why you have so many lady’s crawling over you, right Curtis?

CURTIS:  Fuck you too, just trying to help.

PAGE 1.  PANEL 3.

JACOB HOLDS UP HIS HAND, TWO FINGERS, CURTIS IS SHAKING HIS BEER BOTTLE, INDICATING THAT IT IS EMPTY.

JACOB:  I know.  I appreciate, I do.  I just…how do you not be nice to them?

CURTIS:  No hand holding shit, let them buy their own dinners, two drink minimum, if

                 they ain’t interested after that, fuck ‘em.  You don’t need to forge some

                connection every time.  And quit trying to have a relationship with all of them.

PAGE 1.  PANEL 4.

CURTIS CONTINUES TO TALK, JACOB IS LOOKING DOWN THE BAR AT A GIRL SITTING BY HERSELF. LONG HAIR, BASEBALL T-SHIRT

CURTIS:  Just get your dick wet and leave it.  You don’t need to call them, or text them. 

                 Let it be.

JACOB: Sparkling advice Paul Mcartney.

CURTIS:  Never said I was smart, but doesn’t mean I don’t listen to good music.

JACOB:  CIGARETTE?

PAGE 1.  PANEL 5.

JACOB TAKES HIS DRINK, AND HANDS THE OTHER TO CURTIS.  JACOB’S SECOND BIT OF DIALOGUE IS TO THE GIRL, EMILY, WHO IS NOW LOOKING BACK TOWARDS. THEM.  SHE IS HOLDING UP HER DRINK.

CURTIS: I thought you’d never ask.

JACOB:  Could you save our seats, we’ll be right back?

EMILY:  I can be persuaded.

JACOB:  DREW!  Get her another on my tab.

PAGE 2.  PANEL 1.

JACOB AND CURTISIE ARE IN A CROWDED SMOKING ROOM.  OTHER PEOPLE ARE IN THERE, LOUNGING ON CHAIRS, DRINKS ON TABLES, THERE IS A SMALL WINDOW THAT LOOKS OUT ONTO THE BAR, WHERE THEY HAD JUST BEEN SITTING.

CURTIS:  That shit right there.  I can’t believe you bought her a drink.  You think that

                 was a good move? 

JACOB:  It wasn’t a move…not per se.  Yea she’s cute, and does it hurt that I bought her

                a drink?  I don’t think so.

PAGE 2.  PANEL 2.

CURTIS MOTIONS TO A COUPLE OF GIRLS SITTING AND TALKING.

CURTIS:  She knows already that you’re just trying to fuck her, which if that’s all you

                 do, that’s fine with me.  ‘Cause don’t forget, you’re not attached, and there are

                 plenty of other girls around here.

JACOB:  I can see that.  The same girls we see every night down here.  Even then

                though, I don’t think I could do what you want me to do.

PAGE 2.  PANEL 3.

CURTIS LAUGHS.

CURTIS:  You’re such a saint.  It’s like I’m telling you to fuck them, and leave them with

                 no cab fare.   Just don’t push.  You come on too strong and they run.  It’s why

                you haven’t had a girlfriend in forever.

JACOB:  What’s wrong with calling them?  I’m just seeing how they’re doing?

CURTIS:  Yea, well.  They don’t care how you’re doing.  All I’m doing is looking out for

                 you, I just don’t want you to get hurt.

PAGE 2.  PANEL 4.

JACOB PUTS OUT HIS CIGARETTE.

JACOB:  I just don’t see how you can just leave someone like that, cold.  And I’m not

                getting hurt—

CURTIS:  Oh bullshit, you should’ve seen the puppy dog look on your face when you got

                that text.  Fuck them man if they don’t see how brilliant you are.  I just want

                you to get laid and walk away intact.

DIALOGUE CONT.

JACOB:  All right, all right.  Next time, whenever that is, no calls.  No lunch requests, no

                giving them a ride if they need one.

PAGE 2.  PANEL 5.

CURTIS SLAPS JACOB ON THE BACK.

CURTIS:  You gave that one girl a ride, didn’t you?  I love you man, you are too sweet.

JACOB:  Yeah, whatever.  Another drink?

CURTIS:  I’ll catch you in a minute.  I’m just going to talk to these ones over here.

PAGE 3.  PANEL 1. 

JACOB HAS RETURNED TO THE BAR.  HE HOLDS OUT HIS HAND, ONE FINGER UP, FOR ANOTHER BEER.  EMILY IS STILL THERE FROM BEFORE.  SHE IS SIPPING ON HER DRINK.  THIS TIME HE DOES NOT LOOK AT HER.  NO DIALOGUE.

PAGE 3.  PANEL 2.

JACOB HAS SAT DOWN, DRINK IN FRONT OF HIM, FLIPPED HIS PHONE OUT AGAIN, TO LOOK AT THE TEXT MESSAGE.

EMILY (OFF PANEL):  I did my job.  I saved your seat.

JACOB:  Huh?

PAGE 3.  PANEL 3.

THE GIRL IS LOOKING AT JACOB.  HER DRINK IS ALMOST GONE AGAIN.

JACOB:  Huh?  Oh, yeah, haha.  Thanks. 

EMILY:  Thanks for the drink by the way.  My name is Emily.

JACOB:  Jacob, nice to meet you.

EMILY:  Nice to meet you too.  Where’s your friend?

PAGE 3.  PANEL 4.

JACOB MOTIONS TO THE SMOKING ROOM, WHILE STILL LOOKING AT EMILY.

JACOB:  He met some friends…or rather, not friends, he’s not really interested in their friendship.

EMILY:  Ah.  But not you right?  You’re better than that?

JACOB:  I don’t know.  I’d like to think so.  But the way my love life has been going, I’m starting to see the appeal.

PAGE 3.  PANEL 5.

EMILY FINISHES HER DRINK.

EMILY:  Hmmm…

JACOB:  Another?

EMILY:  HMMM

PAGE 3.  PANEL 6. 

EMILY PUTS DOWN SOME MONEY.

EMILY:  I don’t want you to go over your two drink minimum, and I may need a drink

                from you later.

JACOB:  God, you heard that?

EMILY:  Don’t be embarrassed, you aren’t the one who said it.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 1.

CURTIS IS STANDING BY JACOB.  ON THE BAR IS PINT GLASS OF BEER AND AN EMPTY GLASS.

CURTIS:  Where’d your girlfriend go?

JACOB:  Where did yours go?

CURTIS:  Shit, they wanted to me to buy them both drinks.

EMILY (OFF PANEL): That’s definitely got to go over your minimum. 

PAGE 4.  PANEL 2.

CURTIS HAS A SOUR LOOK ON HIS FACE. 

JACOB:  Curtis, this is Emily.  She’s been guarding your seat this whole time.

CURTIS:  Thanks.

EMILY:  Did you want to go?

CURTIS:  Where? 

JACOB:  We’re hitting up another bar.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 3.

CURTIS LOOKS AT EMILY.

CURTIS:  I think I’ll stay here.  Have fun.

EMILY:  Nice meeting you.  I hope your minimum works out for you.

JACOB:  Alright man.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 4.

CURTIS STOPS JACOB AS THEY ARE LEAVING, AND LEANS IN REAL CLOSE.

CURTIS:  I may not like the bitch, but fuck her, and do not call her back.  Hear me?

JACOB:  Yeah, yeah, Don Juan.

PAGE 4.  PANEL 5.

EMILY IS WAITING OUTSIDE.  JACOB COMES OUT.

EMILY:  Everything okay?

DIALOGUE CONT.

JACOB:  He was just saying bye.

EMILY:  That’s sweet, and kind of gay.

JACOB:  Yeah, haha.

PAGE 5.  PANEL 1.

JACOB AND EMILY ARE WATCHING A BAND.

EMILY: You’ve been kind of quiet.  You okay?

JACOB:  Huh?  Oh yeah, just watching the band.  They’re pretty good. 

EMILY:  What do you do?

JACOB:  I test video games.

EMILY:  Hoho, a nerdy boy.  That’s cool.

PAGE 5.  PANEL 2.

EMILY GIVES JACOB A BEER.

EMILY:  They’re you go, and your not breaking your friend’s rule either.

JACOB:  He didn’t say anything about not accepting drinks.  I’m sure you’re allowed to

                buy me all the drinks you want.

EMILY:  Noted.

PAGE 5.  PANEL 3.

THE BAND IS PUTTING AWAY THEIR INSTRUMENTS.  JACOB IS LOOKING AT HIS WATCH.

JACOB:  That was good.  Damn, it’s late.

EMILY:  Yeah.  Want to walk me home?

JACOB:  Are you close?

EMILY:  Just a block over.

JACOB:  Ha, that’s funny.  I’m just a couple streets down too.

PAGE 5.  PANEL 4.

EMILY AND JACOB ARE WALKING DOWN THE STREET AT NIGHT.  PARKED CARS AND STREET LIGHTS AROUND THEM.  HOUSES AND SHRUBBERY AS WELL. 

JACOB:  Lived down here for almost ten years now.  You?

EMILY:  Just moved down here.  It’s been about a two weeks.

DIALOGUE CONT.

JACOB:  I was wondering why I hadn’t seen you before.  Pretty much a bunch of

                regulars around in these bars.

PAGE 5.  PANEL 5.

EMILY STOPS, JACOB IS ABOUT TO KEEP WALKING.

EMILY:  Maybe I’ll become a regular.  This is me.

JACOB:  Oh, okay.  Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow night?

EMILY:  Maybe this is the drinks talking, but…you don’t have to go right now.

JACOB:  What do you mean?

PAGE 5.  PANEL 6.

EMILY PULLS HIM BY THE HAND UP THE STAIRS INTO THE APARTMENT ENTRANCE.

EMILY:  Come in stupid.

JACOB:  Oh.  You don’t have to tell me twice, ‘cause I don’t want you to call me stupid

                again.

EMILY:  Funny man.

PAGE 6.  PANEL 1.

JACOB IS REMOVING HIS HOODIE AS HE AND EMILY KISS.

JACOB:  Do you want to?

EMILY:  Yes.

PAGE 6.  PANEL 2.

EMILY AND JACOB ARE HAVING SEX.  NO DIALOGUE.

PAGE 6.  PANEL 3.

JACOB IS PUTTING HIS CLOTHES ON.

EMILY:  You can stay.

JACOB:  Are you sure?

EMILY:  No, but I want you to.

PAGE 6.  PANEL 4.

JACOB WATCHES EMILY SLEEP.  EMILY SHIVERS A LITTLE.

JACOB:  Don’t be nice.  Don’t be sweet.  Don’t make a connection.

PAGE 6.  PANEL 5.

JACOB COVERS HER WITH A BLANKET.  IT IS ALMOST MORNING.  NO DIALOGUE.

PAGE 6.  PANEL 6.

JACOB IS FULLY CLOTHED AND LEAVING OUT THE BEDROOM DOOR.  JUST A FEW MINUTES FROM MORNING.  NO DIALOGUE.

PAGE 6.  PANEL 7.

IT IS MORNING, EMILY IS AWAKE.  SHE LOOKS CONFUSED, THAT THE BED IS EMPTY.  NO DIALOGUE.

PAGE 7.  PANEL 1.

SHE LOOKS AT THE EMPTY SPOT.

JACOB (OFF PANEL):  They didn’t have any maple bars at the store, so I hope

                                         chocolate bars work.

PAGE 7.  PANEL 2.

EMILY LOOKS TOWARDS THE DOOR, JACOB IS STANDING THERE, WITH COFFEES AND DONUTS IN A BAG.

EMILY:  Ha you’re sweet, that’ll do fine.

PAGE 7.  PANEL 3.

JACOB HANDS HER A COFFEE, AND THE BAG.

JACOB:  This is my favorite donut shop, normally.  I don’t know if I can forgive them

                for this.  If you’re not busy today, maybe we can grab a coffee there.

EMILY:  Umm…yeah.  Maybe tomorrow.  I’ve got a lot of stuff to do today.

PAGE 7.  PANEL 4.

JACOB STANDS IN THE DOORWAY, HIS EXPRESSION DOWNBEAT. 

JACOB:  Oh yeah, you know, whenever.  Listen, I’ll get out of your hair.

EMILY:  …Last night was fun.  It’s just right now, it’s just that I’m new to town, and I

                need to get my bearings straight.

JACOB:  Yeah, no need to explain. I’ll catch you later.

PAGE 7.  PANEL 5.

JACOB IS OUTSIDE, CLOSING THE DOOR WITH ONE ARE, HE IS WIPING HIS FACE WITH HIS SLEEVE WITH THE OTHER.

JACOB:  Stupid.  I’m so stupid.

PAGE 8.  PANEL 1.

A BASIC REPEAT OF PAGE 1.  PANEL 2.  JACOB AND CURTIS ARE IN DIFFERENT CLOTHES THOUGH, A DRINK IN JACOB’S HAND, INSTEAD OF HIS PHONE.

CURTIS:  Told you man, bitches ain’t shit. 

JACOB:  Whatever, I just thought there—

CURTIS:  Was something there?  For you maybe.  I’m telling you, in and out.  Get in that pussy then get out of that place.

PAGE 8.  PANEL 2.

CURTIS LOOKS AT SOME GIRLS WHILE JACOB PULLS OUT HIS BUZZING PHONE.

JACOB:  Maybe you’re right.  Clean break, nothing there.  I just don’t want to feel like

                I’m using someone.

CURTIS:  Why not?  They’re using you.  You think she’s sitting there feeling all bad

                  about last night?  Nope.  She got what she wanted from you then sent you on

                  your way.  Bye bye, thanks helping me come. 

PAGE 8.  PANEL 3.

JACOB HAS FLIPPED OPEN HIS PHONE WHILE CURTIS CONTINUES TO TALK.

CURTIS:  I mean, look at me man.  You don’t see me all depressed over some girl.  You know why?  I just hook up, then break up.  I don’t need that shit.  It’s been a while, sure, but when I get down, I get down.  Who is it?

PAGE 8.  PANEL 4.

JACOB SMILES.

JACOB:  No one. 

CURTIS:  Those bitches are back in the smoking room.  I’m going to take another run.  You got my back.

JACOB:  No, I’m cool.  Too broken up over last night.

CURTIS:  Suit yourself.  I’m gonna get my dick sucked tonight.

PAGE 8.  PANEL 5.

JACOB IS LOOKING AT THE PHONE, SIMILAR TO PAGE 1.  PANEL 1.  THIS TIME THE TEXT IS FROM EMILY.

DIALOGUE CONT.

TEXT MESSAGE:  Hey, I’m sorry about this morning.  I’m not trying to blow you off, really, I was just acting like a little girl: scared and stupid :( I’m going down to the bar where I met you last night, will you be there?  Maybe we can be regulars together?