Brian, 22, and Chris, male, 23, sit on a couch in Brian’s apartment, drinking bottles of beer. Both are drunk. A gun sits on the coffee table in front of them.
BRIAN
(laughing)
Dude, how wasted am I?!
CHRIS
(laughing)
You been watching too much TV, man.
BRIAN
You saying I’m not wasted?!
CHRIS
No, dude, you are totally wasted.
BRIAN
Well, that’s good. I would hate to have drunk a case of beer and not be wasted.
Both laugh and clink bottles.
CHRIS
Oh, man, I just remembered!
(reaching into his back pocket excitedly, and taking out a photo)
Do you remember this?!
Chris hands the photo to Brian, who looks at it puzzled.
BRIAN
Who is this?
CHRIS
That’s me, you, and Franklin when we were seven playing Little League.
BRIAN
(annoyed)
I never played Little League.
CHRIS
Sure you did! We were seven, living in the Third Ward in Houston, I was the pitcher and Franklin was the catcher.
BRIAN
I didn’t play Little League!
CHRIS
Sure you did!
BRIAN
(growing in anger)
Quit saying that!
CHRIS
Don’t get upset, Brian. We were all young. You just don’t remember.
BRIAN
I remember my childhood just fine! Chris, I didn’t play Little League.
CHRIS
Sure you did!
BRIAN
(standing)
Shut up, man!
CHRIS
I was the pitcher. Franklin was the catcher and you played... you played... What position did you play? Let’s go knock on Franklin’s apartment door. He’ll remember.
BRIAN
(in a rage)
I never played Little League! My mom couldn’t... couldn’t buy me a uniform!
CHRIS
They were giving away uniforms to the kids who couldn’t afford them.
BRIAN
We didn’t take charity! I still don’t take charity!
CHRIS
(annoyed now)
You’re always buy the beer! That’s charity, asshole!
BRIAN
Fuck you!
(Picks up the gun)
Fuck you!
CHRIS
Dude...!
Chris shoots Brian five times.
End of play.
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