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crystal | letter | cease and desist notices slipped under her door | action

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[Nikos looks at her with some irritated disbelief.]

Why. Would you want it for your own, if it was?

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No. I just want to know just how dreadful they get.

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Mm. Well, there's much better out there. For you to get, on your own. This one is shit.

[So. He repeats the impatient gesture in her direction.]

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[ She finally hands it back. ]

Well, why don't you get the good stuff?

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[To reestablish his territory, Nikos first takes a drink. Then he puts the flask back where it came from.]

I don't get it because I do not deserve the good stuff.

[--Very flat. He waits to see if she will fall for it.]

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[ Earnest soul she is, she does. Her lips thin, and her eyes tighten about the corners - ]

That's completely absurd. You must know that's absurd.

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[Nikos arches his eyebrows.]

No. Is it?

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Yes. You've - You've got enormous worth.

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Is that what they say about me.

[Without looking, Nikos reaches for his flask again. He takes a pull, still without looking, so he can go on looking at Kitty, waiting for her to get it.]

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Who gives a damn what anyone says?

[ Quietly earnest - ]

It's simply the truth. You do so much more and attempt so much more than anyone else.

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[........fuck it's starting to turn

Far from smirking, Nikos actually begins now to scowl. His skin has taken the particular pins-and-needles crawl that comes only with having received earnest compliments from someone.]

You're ruining this.

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[ Uncertain - ]

Ruining what?

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I drink cheap rum because the taste hardly matters any longer. And it is cheap. And those are the two reasons.

[The only two. This goes unsaid but is layered, heavily, in the subtext.]

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I -

[ Oh. Color comes into her cheeks. ]

Then why did you say - all that!

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I assumed you'd not take it seriously. Why would you.

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Why would I expect you to tell the truth?

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I told you from the start, I'm in a good mood. Not my fault you didn't take that to heart.

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So when you're in a good mood you lie.

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Joke. Don't be bitter because you misread.

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You're terrible at jokes.

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And you're a terrible audience.

[Though now he's thinking of Marisol, which causes a twist deep in him. It can't be helped. He takes one final swallow of rum to clear it, and shoves the flask back in place.]

And a worse runner. Next time we need a letter delivered, we'll leave you behind.

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I -

[ That stings. ]

It wasn't - It wasn't cause I'm a bad runner.

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Good. Perhaps you can prove it.

In fifty year's time.

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Fifty -

[ With an incredulous little cry - ]

Fifty years? What happened to, oh, you keep fighting and that's good? What, now I'm not allowed to fight with you?

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[yeah that's right don't get comfortable with that encouragement]

Fighting isn't running.