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A Discussion in D-Minor: Act 1


The lights are dim. A television drones on in the background, flickering its ungodly glow across the hardwood floors, reflecting in the eyes of the only actor on stage.

Richard is standing warily, supporting himself with one hand, holding his head with the other. Clearly we are witnessing a moment of great concentration.


Richard: More.

Richard: Are you sure? I mean, really.

R: (slurring) More.

R: But you know you've got a weak stomach... plus you had eggs for dinner.

R: (uncertain) Red wine goes *hic* well with eggs...

R: After a bottle of white? Come on now, you've more sense than that.

R: (picking himself up) It'll be fine. Trust me.

R: (hiding the corkscrew) Well, okay then. (sighs) You're sure, now? I mean, you did ignore all the work you were supposed to do today and have quite the day ahead of you tomorrow...


The television continues to spew noise, seemingly much louder than before. Richard's second hand is helping the first deal with the balance issue, quickly coming to the conclusion that another pair would help greatly.

Collapsing viciously onto the couch, the recently-found corkscrew tumbles to the ground. After quite the show of retrieving it, Richard stabs the slippery metal tool into the cork of bottle number two...


To be continued...