Mercy Page #4

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Hello...

- Mercy.

- Mercy.

That's a joke, right?

Okay, how many times this week

have you told someone

that they were

the most beautiful woman

you've ever seen in your life?

You know what?

I can't remember.

- Oh.

Doesn't surprise me.

- But I will tell you something.

It doesn't matter,

because I have not meant it

until just now.

- Oh.

- Can I get you two something?

- Uh, she's good.

Um, um...

- I'm not thirsty.

- Sister?

- Yeah, actually.

That's a really good guess.

- I can see the similarity.

Uh, what can I do for you,

Johnny?

- Let's, uh, let's relax.

Do you want a cigarette?

- Cancer?

Huh.

No, thanks.

I'm actually out here

because I don't like

cigarette smoke.

It's like a European coffee shop

in there.

- You know what?

You are so right.

I love it when a woman is right.

I hate crowds.

Just awful.

No intimacy.

- Oh, but isn't this your party?

- It is.

- So what are we celebrating?

- Uh, well,

I just finished a book.

- Hmm.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.

You read much?

- I do, actually.

Um, I'm also a writer.

- Oh, wow.

Look at that.

- Yeah.

- That's great.

- So you were saying?

- I was saying...

Intimacy.

No intimacy.

Um, crowds.

Too much-

too much stuff.

Don't you agree?

- Well, I guess

I don't disagree.

- Fantastic.

So how about it?

- How about what?

- How about you and I alone

for a drink, my room.

No, uh, no crowds.

No smoke.

Intimacy.

- Well, thank you, but no.

- Just like that?

- I was being polite.

- You were being hasty.

What do you want,

the truth?

- Yeah, please.

- Hmm.

Okay.

Well, you are teetering-

teetering on charming.

But the polite version of,

"You must be high

"if you think that after

talking to you for two minutes

I'm just gonna go to your room

with you and get intimate,"

is, "Thank you, but no."

But good luck with all that,

you know?

- Mercy, you said, huh?

- Yup.

- Well, it was, um...

Iovely to meet you.

- Likewise.

- Enjoy your stay at the hotel.

- Thank you.

- You win.

Good night.

- Look at the young man,

bright as can be,

a vision in that suit, you are.

- Sweets.

So?

You're scaring me.

Tell me something, please.

- L.A. Weekly:

Rave.

L.A. Times:

Rave.

- Come on.

- Variety:

Rave.

- Variety?

- I couldn't believe it.

I mean,

I could because I agree,

but usually

they're like caged animals

ready to eat their young.

They use words like

powerful, delightful,

some others

I can't even pronounce.

Read it.

- Reading it.

It's amazing.

What else?

What else?

- Raves. Rave.

Raves, raves, all raves.

Except one.

- Huh?

- Mm.

Doesn't even matter.

One review.

- Not good?

- Uh, it's a-

it's a bashing, actually.

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