"Potpourri"
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    CURTAINS UP (Sean and Denise are seen sitting on the couch. Denise leans into Sean, not quite spooning but certainly snuggling him. He reciprocates casually. Apart from Sean, Denise is absorbed in American Idol while Sean looks very content, perhaps even a bit smug. As poorly sung gospel music is heard from the T.V., Denise is almost in tears, of the disgustingly sappy variety).

    DENISE
    (scrambling) Quick, Sean! Text our votes to Laqueesha!

    SEAN
    (a bit tiredly, but not mean) Fine, fine, just a second. What’s the number?

    DENISE
    It’s IDOL08. How can you not remember? We’ve followed her since the beginning. Just think! Only a month ago, she was living in a cardboard box. Then Idol happened and now she’s a rising star! (gestures dramatically)

    SEAN
    Aw, you’re so cute. I love when you get sentimental. (pokes her nose)

    DENISE
    (giggling) All right, I’d better go pick up groceries for this week. (now perky) But I will see you at breakfast tomorrow. (pauses at the door, runs back and hugs Sean from behind) I love you so much!

    SEAN
    (grunts, suffocated) You too, babe.

    DENISE
    (Now leaves) Toodles!

    SEAN
    (turns TV off with remote) Ugh. Awful, awful show . . . Sorry, Laqueesha. I’m gonna put on some real music. (gets up and flips through albums). Can’t even find anything, the way Denise organized these . . .

    (A loud, obnoxious, but mostly enthusiastic knock on the door.)

    SEAN
    ‘the hell? (Sean looks at the door, pauses, and goes to open it, looking confused)

    KENNY
    Hey, buddy! What’s up?!

    SEAN
    (confused but happy) Kenny! What’re you doing here?

    (Ignores this) Shit, man, I’m so happy to see you! (Kenny does some kind of complex pound, hug or other affectionate gesture, which Sean hazily tries to return, though Kenny clearly remembers it well). It’s been so long, you seem a bit rusty (beams anyway)!

    SEAN
    I know, I know, too long…I mean, it’s been what, like a year and a half? (shooing Kenny in the door)

    KENNY
    It’s been two years, man, and I’ve missed the hell out of ya. (romps in past Sean) Wow, nice place. (musing) You’re doing pretty well for yourself. This is quite an upgrade from our place back in college. (sarcastic, but in a still-friendly manner now) Tell me, was this couch imported silk?

    SEAN
    (embarrassed, sheepish) I don’t know. Denise picked it up somewhere.

    KENNY
    Denise? Was that the girl who just left? I waved at her, since I saw her coming out of your place, but she just looked kind of confused.

    SEAN
    Yeah, well, that’s kind of natural, I guess.

    KENNY
    I mean, I was a bit surprised. Hasn’t she seen pictures of us or anything from school?

    SEAN
    I guess not, I mean, I’ve lost track of a bunch of stuff from college.

    KENNY
    (Looking around the apartment, musing) So I see. (plopping down on the couch) God, I miss college, don’t you?

    SEAN
    (sheepishly) Yeah, it was pretty great.

    KENNY
    (reminiscent) Hmm, all those parties…you’d pretend to be a German guy named “Sean (pronounced “scene” in fake German accent) to pick up girls…worked every time (snaps). I don’t know what it is, they love the Rhineland. Oh! Speaking of college, I got you something! (Produces an oversized bag of marijuana, then tauntingly) Look what I got! The genuine article!

    SEAN
    (Unenthused through reminiscing, now apprehensive) Is that what I think it is?

    KENNY
    Is that even a question? Come on, this is gonna be great, it’ll be just like college! Just give me a minute to prepare…(hops over the back of the couch to grab a decorative bowl from the table behind it, which he dumps most of the marijuana into, meticulously picking out unwanted little twigs and such). I was thinking, if we really wanted to have a good time, we could make brownies, maybe…ooh, or cupcakes!

    SEAN
    No, no, man. Denise, she, um…I don’t think she’d go for that.

    KENNY
    Don’t worry, man, we’ll just tell her it’s, uh…(tries to think of a story) potpourri! (busying himself) So…where’d you two meet, anyway?

    SEAN
    (sighs) My job.

    KENNY
    Which is?

    SEAN
    Oh, well, I’m a financial adviser now.

    KENNY
    Really? That’s a far cry from medicine. I thought you were planning on going to med school?

    SEAN
    Yeah, well, this seemed a bit more productive. I wasn’t really making any progress.

    KENNY
    What do you mean by that?

    SEAN
    I don’t know, man, we just wasted so much time in college. And then four more years of that in type of stuff in med school, not to mention all that debt? I would’ve been broke for forever. I mean, I really lucked out with that second major in business. So what’ve you been up to, job-wise?

    KENNY
    Well, I’m, uh…kind of between jobs at the moment. But I’m getting by from what I earned at my last one.

    SEAN
    (marveling) Wow, you’re just like I remember you. You haven’t changed a bit, have you?

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