Post by orangecassidy on Jul 13, 2020 15:41:25 GMT -5
Scene opens to a rough looking street on the southside of Philadelphia late at night, probably around eleven thirty. Walking down the street are Orange Cassidy and Priscilla Kelly, with Priscilla holding onto Orange’s arm. They stop in front of a bar called “The Colonial”. Orange opens the door and holds it for Priscilla as the two enter the bar. How can I describe this nicely...it’s a dive bar. The kind of bar that only regulars go to. The kind of bar where there is never more than like ten people in it at any given time. The kind of bar that still has an actual jukebox. The kind of bar where all the beer logo signs are from like two logos ago. That kind of bar. Priscilla has a small look of disgust on her face as the two take a seat at the bar. The bartender, a middle age looking man wearing a phillies shirt walks over to where they are sitting.
Bartender:
Hey Fire, long time no see. You want your usual?
Orange nods.
Bartender:
And what about for the lady?
Both Orange and the bartender turn their heads towards Priscilla.
Priscilla Kelly:
I’ll have a single plum, floating in perfume, served in a man's hat.
Both Orange and the bartender just stare at her.
Priscilla Kelly:
(Slightly annoyed)
Give me a gin and tonic.
The surprisingly quick bartender gives the two their drinks in about a minute. In front of Orange sits a bottle Yuengling and a glass of Jameson on the rocks (fuck proper number twelve) and the bartender puts Priscilla’s order in front of her as he walks away. Orange takes a swig of each before Priscilla asks him a question.
Priscilla Kelly:
So how did you know about this...eh...charming establishment?
Priscilla begins to take a sip of her drink.
Orange Cassidy:
Oh, I live upstairs.
Priscilla chokes a little on her drink.
Priscilla Kelly
You live upstairs!? Didn’t put much thought into where you’re taking me did you!?
Priscilla mulls on this thought for a moment, until she smiles.
Priscilla Kelly
Unless… you just want me in close proximity to your bed?
Orange looks at her blankly.
Priscilla Kelly
My my, really not one for flirting are you…
Priscilla reaches over and grabs a handful of plastic straws, plonking them all in her drink despite only using one to sip with. Meanwhile Orange takes out his cigarette case and pops a cigarette in his mouth, he offers one to Priscilla.
Orange Cassidy:
So you into straws or…?
Priscilla Kelly
No. Anywho, how long you lived here for then?
Orange Cassidy:
At least a decade, but have lived in the area maybe five years longer than that.
Priscilla pops one of Cassidy’s cigarettes into her own mouth, before he lights it for her. She takes a drag before her eyes scan the bar around her.
Priscilla Kelly
And do you like it here?
Orange shrugs.
Orange Cassidy:
Rent is cheap for the amount of space we get and since we've been there so long they just let us make any improvements we want.
Orange finishes his drink as the bartender comes over.
Bartender:
Another round Fire?
Orange nods as the man refills his glass and gets him another beer. Priscilla pushes her now empty glass to him, and gets it filled up. She lifts it to her mouth, then smiles at Orange.
Priscilla Kelly
So, I assume you can handle your liquor?
Orange Cassidy:
Used to be able to. Haven't drank a lot in a while. What about you?
Priscilla Kelly
Not especially. But that makes it more fun.
Priscilla downs her drink in that instant, all in one, before sliding the glass over to the bartender for another refill.
Orange Cassidy:
We can go somewhere else if you want…
Priscilla Kelly
Nah, I’m getting used to this place. I think there’s fun to be had here. I mean, there’s not many patrons, but the ones that there are… bet they’ll be a lot of fun to mess with.
Orange Cassidy:
Please don't mess with the patrons…
Orange puts his hand on top of hers. Priscilla sighs.
Priscilla Kelly
Well what else is there to do?
OC looks around before getting an idea, he grabs a quarter out of his pocket and heads over to the jukebox. He reads the list of songs that hasn't been updated since the 80s before making his selection. You Never Can Tell by Chuck Berry begins to play over the speakers in the bar. Orange looks over to Priscilla and begins to tap his foot.
Priscilla Kelly
Wow. I knew I should’ve brought my black bob wig.
Priscilla is to her feet, slowly and sensually moving over to Orange. She begins to do the classic dance, just like Uma Thurman.
Priscilla Kelly
I hope though, by the end of the night, it won’t be a syringe you end up stabbing me with.
She licks her lips, as Cassidy looks down at her through his aviators. He has never seen Pulp Fiction, so he is just trying to do his best to dance. If you would call it dancing, he is kinda just swaying slightly from side to side with no discernible rhythm . He ignores all of Priscilla's advances in an attempt to keep to the beat. Priscilla notices this, and her brows furrow slightly.
Priscilla Kelly
Will you be upset when I beat you in the Chamber? I dunno why, it’s just, got me a little worried.
Orange shrugs.
Orange Cassidy:
Probably not, but I haven't thought about losing. I stand by what I said last week. Not a huge fan of you dismissing me though.
Priscilla Kelly
Okay. Damn, I didn’t think you’d be so steely about it all. Wouldn’t it be cool if you could go after Spud’s title? The Provincial Championship? I could help you win and then we’d be Champs together it’d be great!
Orange cocks his head to the side.
Orange Cassidy:
I thought you wanted me in the chamber so we could spend more time together, has that changed or do you just hate Spud? You shouldn't give him such a hard time, he's a pretty good guy.
Priscilla Kelly
I do hate Spud but, that’s not it. I do want you in the Chamber… I just- nothing. It’s fine.
Orange stops attempting to dance and walks over to an empty table to take a seat. He motions for Priscilla to do the same
Orange Cassidy:
I know you're not worried about me beating you, so what's on your mind
Priscilla Kelly
You say I ‘probably’ won’t upset you. What is that probability? I wanted us to have a fun time together, fighting with each other, against each other… but, if you think there’s a possibility you’ll be hurt if I pin you then… I dunno. I just, I don’t want to push you away.
Priscilla looks up at Cassidy. Her gaze is genuine, the most genuine Cassidy has ever seen her look. Even Priscilla is unsettled as she sees her reflection in the aviators, seeing a side of herself she really didn’t expect to. She shakes her head and looks down at her feet.
Priscilla Kelly
Jesus. Nah, I’m just overthinking things aren’t I? Yeah…
Orange Cassidy
What if I beat you?
Priscilla chuckles.
Priscilla Kelly
You know I haven’t been pinned right? Albert has, I haven’t. I’ve suffered no singles losses. That’s not a fluke. I’m not getting beat. Not even in this 10 on 2 handicap. I will eliminate the whole enemy field… and that includes you.
OC face drops a little bit (if that's possible).
Orange Cassidy:
Priscilla, have you been wondering why the bartender keeps calling me Fire?
Priscilla Kelly
Well I am now.
Orange takes his aviators off and places them on the table.
Orange Cassidy:
When I started wrestling I worked in Chikara under the name Fire Ant. There were a couple of Ants and we were called The Colony. There were a lot of ups and downs, but that's not the point. Most of my career I was Fire Ant and I was successful, but I was angry and damn near bloodthirsty all the time. I found this bar and quickly I became the security. Owner didn't pay for security, I didn't pay to drink and I got to beat up dirtbags whenever I wanted. That was my life for years, drinking heavily and beating up nobodies just to feel something and I couldn't live like that anymore.
There is visible pain in Orange's eyes, he doesn't like to think about his past and doesn't talk much for a reason.
Orange Cassidy:
My current demeanor isn't natural, it's learned. It's a necessity for me. I chill out or I lose my mind. Now with what's happened in my matches here I've had to bring out Fire Ant more and more and now I don't really know where Orange Cassidy ends and Fire Ant begins. I've bleed, almost died and been beaten down more than anyone, yet I still come back for more violence than the time before. I'm genuinely worried I'm gonna hurt you and I won't be able to control myself, so I need you to answer my question. What happens if I beat you?
Priscilla stands, gazing up into the eyes of Cassidy. She moves close to him, before reaching up, and cupping his face. She holds his cheek tenderly, as her soft eyes gaze into his deeply. A small smile emerges onto her face, an involuntary one, and she pushes it away. She knows this is not a laughing matter.
Priscilla Kelly
I don’t know. But if anyone’s going to do it, I hope it’s you.
Orange Cassidy:
I really hope I don't hurt you...I just...he just...Once the switch is turned on I feel like I’m not in contro-
Priscilla leans forwards, and kisses Orange. He doesn’t reciprocate, looking a little confused and surprised, as Priscilla slowly leans out. Her big eyes look up into his.
Priscilla Kelly
Let’s get some more drinks… you big sad sack you.
Priscilla links arms with Orange, as she moves with him back to the bar.
CUT TO
The rays of sunlight beaming through the broken blinds of the window catch Priscilla in the face, waking her from her deep slumber. Her bright red hair is a messy crop on the top of her head, sticking out in multiple different directions, her red lipstick smeared. She squints her eyes, before her hand instinctively goes to clutching her aching head.
Priscilla Kelly
Aw fuck.
She takes a quick scan of her surroundings. She’s in a small bed, unfamiliar to her, all alone, still wearing her clothes from the night before. She grimaces, before she slides herself off of the bed, and jumps onto the wooden floor.
Her foot meeting with the face of a still asleep Orange Cassidy.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh shit! Orange! Sorry!
Orange lays on the floor, wrapped up in a sleeping bag, a pillow resting behind his head. He sits up quickly, holding his face.
Orange Cassidy:
It's all good, couldn't expect you to remember I was down there. How ya feeling?
He staggers up, rubbing his face. He takes off his white shirt and puts on a clean white shirt, Priscilla staring the entire time.
Priscilla Kelly
I’m feeling pretty rotten. Mostly cos I woke up in the bed alone with you on the floor? What, allergic to me or something?
Orange Cassidy:
I had to carry you up the stairs and you fell asleep as soon as you hit the bed. You looked comfortable and I didn't want to disturb you.
Priscilla Kelly
Damn Kelly you lightweight. Anyway, what time is it?
Orange looks at his wrist as if there was a watch. There is not.
Orange Cassidy:
About 9:30, want to grab breakfast before you head back to your hotel?
Priscilla smiles.
Priscilla Kelly
Yeah, I’d love to.
Orange Cassidy:
Alright, let me show you to the bathroom, so you can freshen up, then we'll head out.
Priscilla Kelly
Maybe we could… freshen up together? Save some water?
Priscilla winks at Cassidy.
Orange Cassidy
It’s alright I don’t get charged for the water.
Priscilla huffs, before giving a small nod and moving off into the bathroom.
Orange grabs an extra shirt and pair of sweatpants and waits outside the bathroom door until he hears the shower go on. Then he walks in and places the fresh clothes on the counter before leaving again. When he gets out of the bathroom he is met by the Best Friends.
Chuck Taylor:
Dude is that a girl we heard you come in with?
Trent playfully punches Orange in the shoulder.
Trent Beretta:
You little devil you! I didn't think you had it ya! Who is it? Laci Valentine?
Chuck Taylor:
Nah dude, she's with Spud now. Was it Leslie Jones?
Trent Beretta:
No man, we definitely would have heard if it was Leslie Jones. Was it…
Chuck and Trent go on with this for several minutes before Priscilla emerges from the bathroom, hair wet and donning the clothes Orange had laid out with her. The jaws of the Best Friends hit the floor. She gives them a massive shit eating grin before Orange puts his arm around her.
Priscilla Kelly
Hey boys.
And with that, the two walk out of the apartment.
Trent Beretta:
What the fuck was that?
Chuck Taylor:
Do you think this has something to do with last week? We should talk to him about what happens.
Inside the apartment, Priscilla looks up at Orange who still has his arm around her. She smiles, before leaning her head against him, her wet hair brushing his chin. She closes her eyes, content. She loves the way this man makes her feel.
END