Life Page #3

BARKEEP:

I can't give you a glass of ice. I

can't give you anything until you

pay your damn tab.

Disregarding the warning, Ray tilts the bottle back. Shaking

his head, the barkeep moves on to a paying customer. Ray's

eyes follow a bottle of French Champagne as it is delivered

to a nearby table.

Here sits the straight-laced CLAUDE BANKS with his girlfriend,

DAISY. She's enjoying the show. He's polishing the silverware.

The WAITER pours two glasses of champagne and leaves the

bottle on ice. Claude regards his glass skeptically.

CLAUDE:

For the kind of money they charge

here, you'd think they could hire

somebody to actually wash the dishes.

DAISY:

Claude. Here's to your new job down

at the bank. I always knew you'd

make something of yourself.

CLAUDE:

Know what I'm going to buy with my

first pay check?

Daisy thinks she does. She leans in, eyes twinkling.

CLAUDE:

Season tickets to the Yankees. Right

there on the first base line.

(off her disappointment)

What's wrong, baby?

DAISY:

I was hoping you were gonna say an

engagement ring, Claude.

French Champagne shoots out of Claude's nose.

CLAUDE:

Engagement ring!

DAISY:

That's what respectable folks do.

Get a job, get married, start having

babies. That's what you want, isn't

it?

CLAUDE:

Sure it is. I just don't see any

reason to rush into things. Damn,

look at this shirt. I'll be right

back.

Claude leans in to kiss Daisy on the lips. She offers her

cheek. He departs.

OVER BY THE BAR:

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