Dinner, Sex and a Movie(9)
Jake:
Only because I haven’t found Her.
Emma:
Well, she isn’t me. Oh, I do like the guitar and your albums. Those, coupled with that body, probably get you any other girl in this place for as long as you want her. But they won’t pay the bills and raise a family. So you don’t get me.
Jake:
Love only works when you follow your heart. You can’t put rational constraints on it.
Emma:
We’ve known each other for a day, Jake. I don’t love you. And you don’t love me. Not even your eyes and your smile could pull off that lie.
Jake:
We don’t love each other yet. But we will.
Emma:
In a week? Or are you staying in Bryn Mawr all of a sudden?
Jake:
A week is more than enough time.
Emma:
You are adorable. Look me up when you chart. Then I’ll let you buy me the dinner we didn’t just have.
Jake:
We should at least go to your place and have sex.
Emma (laughs):
And now we return to your primary goal for coming out tonight.
Jake:
We are both way too good looking for this not to happen.
Emma:
Stop, you’re begging. It doesn’t suit you. Even though you are damaged goods.
Jake:
Well, certainly after a few drinks with you I am. But the night is young and things have to go up from here, right?
Emma:
Not for you, I’m afraid. I haven’t left you holding any cards. That was mean of me.
Emma signs the tab. She stands and picks up her purse.
Emma:
Night, Bill. Night Jill. (Running a finger down Jake’s chest) This was lovely, whatever it was. But there’s nothing for me here but a very dangerous toy. Goodbye, Jake.
Before Emma can leave, her finger strikes something dangling from the bottom of the chain under Jake’s shirt. She fondles it, trying to determine what it is.
Jake pulls the chain out from under his shirt. It has a shiny gold key on the end.
Jake (as if to himself):
And here I brought this music room key along for some reason.
Emma freezes, her gaze locked on the key.
End of Act Two.
Act 3: Sex (and a Monologue)
Scene I:
Emma’s bedroom. 30 minutes later. Same night. An ornate, four-post bed dominates the room.
Emma leads Jake into the room. They are both carrying half-consumed glasses of wine.
Jake leans in and pushes Emma up against the wall with his chest, his arms at his side, the glass of wine still in one hand. They kiss for a bit. He leans back and lets her up from the wall.
They both begin to strip. Emma visibly swoons when Jake’s shirt comes off.
Emma:
I knew you were a manipulative piece of shit. And this probably makes me a prostitute. I should have looked closer at that key. It’s to your P.O. Box, isn’t it?
Jake shows Emma the key, still hanging on the chain around his neck. She holds it in one hand while pressing her other hand against his bare chest.
Emma (reading the key):
“Bryn Mawr Academy. Do not copy.” Well, it appears I can trust you in this matter, anyway. I don’t need my pimp to beat you up.
She finishes stripping down to her bra and panties, and lies back on the bed.
Emma (resignedly):
You are gorgeous.
Jake climbs on top of her and she pulls the blankets over them both. After a minute, Jake throws Emma’s bra out from under the covers.
Emma:
Realistically, this isn’t so bad. I have a trial I should be prepping for, except I’m already done. No point in going back over it. I mean, I have like ten thousand times already.… Do you think it’s a problem that I can’t relax?
There is considerable movement under the sheets, almost as if they are wrestling. Emma slaps at Jake’s hands. Jake then throws Emma’s panties out from under the covers.
Emma (looking at the ceiling):
How exactly did I get here? I had no intention of meeting you for dinner whatsoever. I was gonna stand you up, no problem, assuming you were even dumb enough to show. Then I got bored and looked you up on the school website. Your photo was cute enough to trigger the background check. But I still wasn’t gonna come.
Jake tosses his underwear out from under the sheets.
Emma:
Then I read those police report details - (responding to something going on under the sheets) Oh! Hello! Yes, I can work with this….
Jake continues to move about under the covers.
Emma:
Well, that’s certainly different. What are you doing, exactly? AAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
They roll off the far side of the bed and disappear with a loud thud. Neither is visible for the remainder of the scene.
Emma (shrieks):
What the hell was that?! (Calmer) Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. Just stick to the script. You are authorized for missionary only.