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1.)

(Karl and his two friends stand looking pleased with themselves, sipping on probably crappy wine because they don't know any better. Candles glimmer in the background.)

STEVIA: This party is even better! It feels so adult.

BUCKET OF CHEESE:Yeah, we’re even drinking out of glasses.

OFF SCREEN: KSHH

2.)

(A young chap in the background apologizes for invariably dropping a glass. Two boys make out vigorously in the sofa much to most's chagrin.)

PIERRE: Sorry bro!

ESTHER: Whoa, haha.

STEVIA: Carmel and Lio are at it again. Ugh, life isn’t an Elsinor P. Spot book.

3.)

(Stevia and Bucket of Cheese are world weary and heterocentric.)

STEVIA: Everyone has a gay phase lately. So trendy, ugh.

BUCKET OF CHEESE: Yeah, I was done with that like, Freshman year. Hetero is way more classic for a reason. That’s like, the love they write sonnets about.

4.)

(Bucket of Cheese lies on Parasol's lap, distraught with the universe. Karl looks on from a nearby sofa.)

BUCKET OF CHEESE: Love is just bullshit. I’m done with it.

PARASOL: Huh well--

BUCKET OF CHEESE: I don’t mean like you and Solomon, that’s true love. But for me, it’s just not worth it.

MAURICE: Yeah just, yeah. Fuck.

5.)

(Bernard's obviously one of those busybodies who's always trying to set people up or is perhaps a paid informant.)

BERNARD: Karl. Oh. My. God. Cerise was saying that she is totally in love with you. You *have* to do something! She’s like, a beauty for the ages.

KARL: Who’s Cerise?

6.)

(Cerise approaches, she is beautiful and appropriately gothic. A familiar but difficult to place someone stands behind her.)

CERISE: Is someone talking about me?

7.)

(Karl is uncomfortable but perhaps comes off as looking bashful.)

KARL: Heh heh... noo... H-hi...

8.)

(The two stand on the balcony, leaning against the railing as Cerise pontificates.)

CERISE: They just don’t understand! God is in like, everything, and God is love so how can love not be real? Love is in like, those roof tiles, this railing, in your shirt. You know?

KARL: Uh huh.

CERISE: You’re such a good listener! I love that about you.

9.)

(Cerise is dropping mad 15 year old wisdom.)

CERISE: Karl, we have to live our lives while we’re still young. We can’t hold ourselves back, it’s just not worth it.

KARL: Yeah.

CERISE: If you feel something, you have to just say it or it will be trapped forever in your heart and it’ll like... rot.

10.)

(A cheerful rubber ball flies past the young poets.)

?: DUUUUUCK!!

11.)

(Jack and Curly insinuate their colorful selves all up ins. )

JACK: DAMN YOU ‘FRY! It went off the railing!

CURLYFRY: Such is life.

12.)

(Karl is not impressed with the offer, and neither is Curlyfry.)

JACK: Oh hello, we’re engaging in a rousing game of DuckBear, care to join us?

CURLYFRY: No.

KARL: Er, no thanks.

13.)

(Jack doesn't stay where he's not wanted. Cerise is all PSH. )

JACK: Suit yourself. (He says the next part very quietly.) See, it didn’t work.

CURLYFRY: Words are wasted on a false man.

CERISE: Tch! Em-bar-rass-ing! The party got invaded by children. Anywayyyy.....

14.)

(She suddenly grabs Karl and does an old school love confession.)

CERISE: Karl, I love you and we need to be together. Now. Forever. Or I’ll just die. I’ll die. Will you be mine?

KARL: Uhhhhhh sure?

15.)

(Curlyfry looks of a sentinel, but is in fact a spring loaded messenger for Dorein himself. She bides her time.)

CURLYFRY: Gonna tell.