Orange and Priscilla begin to make their way down the hall, hand in hand, ready to explore unfamiliar terrain.
Orange Cassidy:
What's your favorite movie?
Priscilla Kelly
Kick-Ass. You seen that movie, it's awesome. I don't care that she's like 10 years old, Hit Girl is and always will be my idol. What about you?
Orange Cassidy:
Pulp Fiction, favorite food?
Priscilla Kelly
Oh I should've guessed, love that one too! And hmmm, that's pretty broad to be honest. You go first.
Orange Cassidy:
I've always been partial to chinese food, although I've been eating a lot of indian lately. How about you?
Priscilla Kelly
I love Chinese food! And Thai! Never really tried Indian though y'know. Look at you, wanting to get to know me, it's real sweet. I bet I can guess your favourite colour.
Orange Cassidy:
Alright, then what do you think it is?
Priscilla Kelly
Well… it's gotta be orange right? Tell me it is or I'm gonna feel stupid as fuck for dying my hair like this…
Fire Ant:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Orange Cassidy:
...It's purple…
Priscilla looks at him in silence for a few seconds, completely shocked, before she starts to laugh to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.
Priscilla Kelly
You are fucking kidding me! Orange Cassidy's favourite colour is fucking PURPLE!?!? My hair WAS purple. I'm not dying it back though or DeAngelo would spunk his pants every time he saw me.
Priscilla notices Orange looking a little confused at that.
Priscilla Kelly
Nevermind. Long story. Either way, it's a good job I look sexy as fuck with the orange. Oh look! We're here!
Priscilla points ahead of the pair, to the hotel gift shop. She has a big beaming smile on her face.
Priscilla Kelly
I love gift shops. There is no better way to spend your money, than wrecklessly.
Orange Cassidy:
Well, what are we waiting for then?
Orange begins to walk a little faster, dragging Priscilla along until they enter the shop. The walls are lined with the kind of useless crap only tourists would buy or things they could have forgotten to pack at ridiculously high prices. Orange sees a rack of postcards and begins to flip through them.
Orange Cassidy:
So where did you grow up?
Priscilla's smile dips a little at this question, as she recounts her not too easy upbringing.
Priscilla Kelly
In pretty much every caravan park you'd find around Georgia. Mainly Moon Creek though. It… wasn't all that great of a life I'm not gonna lie to you. What about you?
Orange Cassidy:
Central Jersey, which may or may not exist depending on who you ask. From your tone I'm gonna assume you don't talk to mom and dad anymore.
Priscilla Kelly
Sure don't. Dad's in jail. Mom went crazy. I truly don't miss 'em, I'm just sad they weren't better people. Or even… good people.
Orange Cassidy:
The bad ones make the good ones all the more special.
Priscilla smiles up at Orange as he says this, looking at him very sincerely.
Priscilla Kelly
(playfully)
You ever thought of being a philosopher Mr. Cassidy?
Orange shrugs.
Orange Cassidy:
Can't commit to a four year degree.
Priscilla giggles, before she spots the stand that holds all the keyrings with people's names on them. She starts to move over with haste.
Priscilla Kelly
Oooh! Wonder if they'll finally have Priscilla! Honestly they never do.
Orange follows and begins to look through the key rings.
Orange Cassidy:
Well they have Bort… does "Porsill" come close enough?
Priscilla Kelly
Yeah… Porsill. Pudwig. Palletto. Parp!? Who the fuck's called that!? Why do they have all this shit and not fucking Priscilla!?
Priscilla spins the stand around a little, until her eyes settle on a specific keyring, almost bursting out of her skull. She reaches out and grabs it, before showing it to Orange.
Priscilla Kelly
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Orange focuses his eyes on it to see what it says, and chuckles upon reading it. The keyring says 'Orange'.
Priscilla Kelly
THEY HAVE ORANGE!?!?!?! And not PRISCILLA!?!?
Orange picks up a blank keychain, pulls a permanent marker out of his pocket and begins to scribble something down. He then hands it to Priscilla. It reads "Priscilla" but in the handwriting of like a fourth grader. Priscilla smiles at this warmly.
Priscilla Kelly
I was going to sarcastically remark that I will treasure this forever, but I actually will treasure this forever.
Orange offers up a small smile and kisses her on the cheek.
Orange Cassidy:
I'm glad.
Priscilla looks smitten with Cassidy, as she looks from him down to her newly homemade keyring. She furrows her brow before looking back up at him.
Priscilla Kelly
Never got to ask, how was your childhood? Were your parents killed in an alleyway and then you fell into a cave of oranges that terrified you, but you decided to fight justice by adopting the symbol of the very thing that scares you the most?
Priscilla giggles, then goes serious.
Priscilla Kelly
By the way if your parents actually were killed in an alleyway I am so fucking sorry.
While normally a reference of that wit would make him give up a small chuckle, Orange becomes tense and robotic at the mention of his childhood.
Orange Cassidy:
It was fine.
Priscilla Kelly
Just fine? That sounds pretty okay. Unless y'know, you're lying. Not wanna talk about it? Do you want me to nudge you a little into talking about it? I can if you like?
She gives Orange a little playful shove.
Priscilla Kelly
Tell me bitch. Tell me!!! I'm kidding by the way if you don't wanna tell me.
Orange loosens up a bit but his demeanor stays mostly the same.
Fire Ant:
WHAT SHOULD WE TELL HER ABOUT FIRST? DEAR OLD DAD? THE FIRE?
Orange Cassidy:
It wasn't great but I try to not let it affect me anymore.
Priscilla Kelly
Right… okay. That's a good mindset to have about it. But hey.
She gives Orange a little tug on his elbow so that he turns to face her. She looks at him through two wide blue eyes, a sincere and genuinely caring expression.
Priscilla Kelly
You ever wanna tell me. Tell me. I'm not just a great rack and a great ass, I'm also a great pair of ears.
Orange let's out a deep sigh and let's his body relax. He takes Priscilla's hand and intertwines his fingers with hers.
Orange Cassidy:
How does someone like you have so many enemies in this company?
Orange pulls her close, putting an arm around her hip, and plants a passionate kiss on her lips. The pair lock lips for a few moments, Priscilla giving his bottom one a thirsty bite, before she pulls out of it and looks up at him eagerly.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh Boy, you do not watch the show do you.
Orange Cassidy
No.
Priscilla Kelly
Don't.
She laughs to herself, not seeing, stood a few metres away from the entrance to the gift shop, obscured by a pillar, stands a rather irritated looking Prince Albert. Priscilla turns to look around the gift shop, before spotting a women's bathroom. She turns back to Orange and boops him on the nose.
Priscilla Kelly
I will be right back. Buy me something nice whilst I'm gone?
Orange Cassidy:
You're lucky I saved my Tony Kahn money.
Priscilla giggles as she walks towards the women's bathroom. Orange moves over to the shirts and stuffed animal part of the gift shop.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
Shit I forgot to ask her what her favorite color is.
Orange feels himself spun around, much more aggressively this time than he had been by Priscilla earlier, and the sight he's greeted with is much more unpleasant too. Before him stands Prince Albert, looking furious.
Prince Albert
You better watch your role, boy.
Orange blinks at him.
Orange Cassidy:
Beg your pardon?
Albert prods Cassidy over his denim-clad chest.
Prince Albert
I don't know who you think you are, strutting into Priscilla's life, acting like suddenly you're her new favourite. You don't have what me and Priscilla have! Understand that!? You can't protect her like I can! You haven't dedicated yourself to her entirely, like I HAVE! You will NEVER be her Doggy!
Orange Cassidy looks at him with mild confusion.
Orange Cassidy:
I...doggy?...nah man, I'm not trying to get in between you guys.
Prince Albert
Listen buster, you hurt my Mistress, I will fucking shove those Aviators through your face. Do you understand that? Is that clear?
Orange Cassidy/Fire Ant:
I wasn't planning on hurting Priscilla, but hurting you is a different story. So how about you watch who you're talking to and don't get so gung ho, Muttley.
With that Orange shoves Albert with enough force to make him stumble back. Albert's eyes go wide with fury.
Prince Albert
Who do you think you're touching you little fucking-
Priscilla Kelly
Doggy!
The pair twist around to see Priscilla has re-emerged. She looks at the rather angry looking Prince Albert and Orange Cassidy in disbelief.
Priscilla Kelly
What the fuck is going on!?
Prince Albert
I just- I-
Priscilla Kelly
How abouts we just put a fucking lid on this shit. Yeah?
A red faced Albert looks from Priscilla to Cassidy, and sighs. He speaks through gritted teeth.
Prince Albert
Yeah.
Priscilla Kelly
You alright Orange?
Orange Cassidy:
Yeah I'm fine, just a misunderstanding. We cool?
Orange extends a limp fist. Albert scowls at Cassidy.
Prince Albert
Guess so.
Albert fist bumps Orange, a little too hard.
Priscilla Kelly
Alright, now Doggy, can you fuck off please? Me and Orange are on a date here.
Albert looks down at his feet, annoyed with himself.
Prince Albert
Yes Mistress.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh! And I have a favour!
Albert's eyes widen as his head snaps to look at Priscilla. He's eager.
Priscilla Kelly
Give S2 a message for me. Tell him to back off of Maeve, yeah?
Prince Albert
Will do.
And with that, Albert moves out of the gift shop, leaving just the pair of lovers behind. Priscilla looks up at Orange confused. Orange goes back to looking at the souvenirs as if nothing happened. He grabs a nice pair of earrings off the rack.
Orange Cassidy:
Like these?
Priscilla looks at him in disbelief, before a smile emerges on her face. It seems they're moving on from whatever just happened.
Priscilla Kelly
I don't really like them, but I appreciate the thought.
Orange Cassidy:
Oh…well we have at least another day here, wanna go do something else?
Priscilla Kelly
…
Priscilla rocks up and down on her tip toes, pressing the tips of her index fingers together, as she looks up at the ceiling idly before letting them drop onto Orange suggestively.
Orange Cassidy
Not sex.
Priscilla Kelly
Shit.
TBC ANYONE