Reindeer Games Page #4

Nick's doing pushups on the floor below, smoking a cig,

reading sheets of pink stationery. With a new photo: of the

same GIRL, in a bikini by a lake. Vamping a childish pose.

NICK:

Sure as hell don't make me miss Millie

Bobek. Guess I owe Millie, though.

If I hadn't been rollin, her, I woulda

never ended up here. And I woulda

never met Ashley.

(studies photo)

That's the world for ya.

Nick climbs off the floor, paces back to the bunks, marvelling

at the latest letter.

RUDY:

What if she sees you, man, sees what

you look like... and it's not there.

You just don't do it for her.

NICK:

Me and her got a connection.

(hands page to him)

Read this part. Read the part about

stuffing her stocking.

Nick drops the page on his stomach. Rudy sighs, picks it up,

brings it to his nose.

RUDY:

She's using a new perfume.

NICK:

No, I think that's just oranges. She

writes here she's eating oranges.

RUDY:

Oh.

NICK:

Shoulda written to that magazine,

Rudy. I'm gonna walk outta here,

walk right into a relationship. Not

some one-nighter, man... a

relationship. You? You're gonna walk

outta here with bus fare. Searching

for the drunkest skirt in the room.

RUDY:

Mornin', gorgeous. More egg nog?

NICK:

Shoulda written, Rudy...

Nick drops back to his bunk, pasting the new lakeside photo

among his collage of pictures. Admiring his pen pal:

NICK:

Shoulda got yourself a girl.

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