int: Semi-crowded bar, night. The post trivia crowd has started to dissipate, but the air is still charged from the marriage proposal that all had just witnessed. A girl, brown hair, cute top, huge smile and stomach ache from the evening’s laughter is deciding if she is ready to leave or not. She looks across the table at the boy, dark hair and eyes and a sly smile, who consumes her thoughts as of late.
I think I’m going to head out
(extends hand in a gesture that is asking for “five”) Be good, be safe.
(gives him “five” but grabs his hand and uses it to pull herself closer)
I can’t leave without a hug.
(Pulls girl tight and squeezes, pulling her face into the crook of his neck where she becomes intoxicated with his smell)
But I might not let go.
Would that be so bad?
(She looks up from where she is buried in his neck into his sweet, happy eyes)
(shrugs and pulls her back in to him)
Uh, well, some of us have to work tomorrow…….
ext: girl finds herself walking down the street to her car wondering WHAT THE FUCK HER PROBLEM IS!!!