(Inside a room. Sounds of a party in thenext room. Two doors. One door leads to party. The other leads to a bathroom.JOAN paces, drink in her hand. She sipsnervously, glances at watch)
JOAN:Toni. Come on. Please, Toni. Please don’t be late.Please don’t be late for this. Toni, come on. I need you, Toni. Come on, Toni. Toni, walk through thatdoor. Now.
(Mimes sending telepathic message to door)
Door opens. Toni enters. Joan sighs.
(Snaps finger, sees nothing has changed)
takes out cellphone)
Love stinks. Sometimes.
Toni, where are you? Toni, please pick up. Peopleare waiting. I’m waiting. Mitch is waiting. No,darn you! I. I will not leave a message!
(Door opens, laughing voices, clinking glasses. Enter TONI, dressed Goth/Industrial, with drink in hand)
TONI:They’re serving cuba libres out there.
JOAN: Well, hi stranger.TONI:So. You were trying to call me?JOAN:Yes.TONI:Lost my phone.
(pronounced "KOO-buh-LEE-bray") contains 2 to 3 ounces of cola, thejuice and hull of one lime, 1 ounce rum, half an ounce of gin, and twodashes of bitters.