KORN: You’re up late.(Ghoul works her way around the counter)
GHOUL: Shut up.
(Ghoul, without speaking a word, pours two old fashions, one for her and one for Korn. She expertly passes the drink to Korn, and they both start drinking.)
(A beat passes as they drink. They don’t look at each other while they drink.)
KORN: Another nightmare-
(Before he even finishes, Ghoul puts up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence)
GHOUL: Just, (inhale) don’t. (Exhales, then stirs her drink a bit) They’re always nightmares.
(Korn actually turns to look at his friend. He looks concerned)
KORN: You need help Ghoul.
GHOUL: (Holds up drink) I’ve got it right here.
KORN: (shaking his head and returning to his business) Jesus Christ...
(Another beat passes when a groan is heard from a booth near the door STAGE RIGHT. The booth itself obscures the person lying there, but blonde strands of hair and random notes can be seen on the floor.)
KORN: (Condescendingly looking back to the mess, the audience getting a sweet shot of his mustache) Good morning.
GHOUL: (Unimpressed and annoyed) Why is Trent still here?
KORN: Got into a fight with her wife or something. (Returning to his business) I didn’t really care.
TRENT: (Incredibly slurred and groggy) sssstupid bich kicked ma ow. Said, “Ew if your so obsessed wit your work, wy doncha marry it?”
KORN: (to Ghoul) Been like that all night, apparently.
TRENT: (Horrible vomiting noises)(Ms. Ghoul looks incredibly repulsed by the person in the booth, as well as incredibly annoyed)